If only it were easy to start all over. Clean slate, no strings attached, no compromises, no obligations, just a fresh new lease on life. We seemed to be so eager to live and grow up when we were younger. Somehow those dreams get lost and we find ourselves wishing we could go back. But, well, that’s just beating the dead horse at this point.
A while back I had a dream I had moved to Washington state. I was living in some apartment or condo near the sound. I was unpacking items with the help of a friend, Violet. ( Violet and Sabastian are my usual friends I stay and mingle with on my visits) While unpacking she reveals to me how she’s having issues with Sebastian and ultimately confides in me that she’s having an affair. It creates a very awkward moment. Both are dear friends and it really puts me in a strange position.
Now, with March looming and my tickets purchased, I’ll be returning to WA set on finding employment. I originally thought that my lease was up during this time. As I recently found out, it’s actually up at the end of February! OY! Thankfully there IS a month-to-month option, but with a slight $150 increase. I’ll bite the bullet for one month and hope to find something in WA by the time I return. I’m set to fly out there the first weekend of March. Huzzah!
The point with these two topics?
Apparently Sebastian and Violet have entered marriage counseling. The news came as a shock. I haven’t talked to them as much as I used to. This coming trip I plan on staying with Mary (the same one that baked me cookies a while back before I met her in real life). I feel I’ve sorta neglected her. She’s a sweet lady and we have lots of fun just chatting. Violet and Sabastian were quick in asking if I was going to be spending any time with them. Considering the last trip when I didn’t spend time with them, I must tread carefully. I will spend the last few days of my vacation with them. Crap, that sounded like an obligation. But, really… I enjoy their company very much and have demonstrated amazing hospitality. Love them both.
Just last night I had a dream I visited an online friend in WA. I’ve yet to meet them in real life. So, it’s just weird.
I really wish I knew what was coming, what to expect from life, what moves to make/not to make. Most would argue that life wouldn’t be as interesting and perhaps even be mundane. I’m not sure with either side. A part of me wishes there was some reason/truth behind these dreams. Folklore and Biblical stories tell of people with the ability to interpret dreams. I’m curious to know what type of lives they lived. Was life still a mystery to them?
A friend of mine recently sparked a thought; write a book about work. Of course, nothing boring like the minor details I’ve written down in here. Rather, I’d have the creative freedom to embellish a bit. I’d have to create a nice ensemble of characters. They gotta drive the story, right?
Some things, however, I can’t make up even if I tried. The bureaucracy, inter-office politics are ridiculous no matter how you look at it. Take for example the avalanche of company propaganda we are buried under. You thought perhaps it was all saved for the customer? Not so! Every hall, every wall is covered with posters, banners, and company branded items. They want you to think about the company all the time. It is beyond simple company culture and it has turned into company CULT! (hmm, I sense a title already). You ever read 1984? ( :: giggles at the birth year :: ) Well, there is this this part where it mentions the two minutes of hate; an act where for two minutes everyone is screaming at this television with propaganda. It is a sort of brain-wash. At work, we have televisions everywhere. The first-floor lobby plays a television with non-stop company commercials. Oh, but let me make clear… this isn’t a CORPORATE office, this is just a call-center. No one ever visits. Heck, you can’t even get in without a badge. So, it isn’t like this is out there for visitors/customers. The targeted audience is no less than the employees themselves!
The atmosphere of this company has for now inspired me to mirror it as how I see society in the future. Pathetic right? But it works. At least for the book it does. Later on I will adapt it for a short novel. Who knows. These are all notes for now.
We have over 30 televisions on the floor I work at. As if it wasn’t enough they’ve installed these NEW flat-screen televisions, determined to brain-wash us even further. We have no time for this. We’re asked to take call after call, no breaks in-between, take less than 700 seconds on calls, and open up more legacy systems than I ever knew existed for a company. It’s like, nevermind trying to improve company morale or the fierce work environment, let’s bombard them with our own crap!
Washington. I need this. I need to leave this place. Like I’ve said before, it all comes down to what levels of survival am I willing to accept. I know I wont be making nearly as much money as I am now. Everyone I know that works there says the same, they’re miserable, but the pay makes it hard to leave. The company wonders why so many go out on stress leave, why when surveys are done employees report they’re stressed higher than the national average.
It’s okay for now. I guess I should enjoy the nice new TV that’s sitting in front of me.
