THE OFFICE BITCH

In life sometimes you have to make the wrong decision to prove a point. More exactly, to prove you are in fact going in the wrong way. Last week, bored as hell from being at home after being "laid off' from Fisher Studios, I decided to accept a 9-5 job as an office assistant. I didn't have very clear what the office assistant do, but now I can tell you, they're nothing but the office Bitch.
I don't really have a problem about working hard and following orders. But I am against the idea of going 6 years to college, having background in advertising, marketing, etc to end it up being the assistant of the assistant.
For you to get an idea what it is, The office Bitch (don't get offended, if you are one, just get out of it, it is time to go to the next level) answer phones, help the accountant correct and confirm numbers by hand (some people don't believe the accuracy of computers) and does every single thing that the other people don't wanna do.
Answering phones is not so bad, I speak English and Spanish, so for me no matter who's calling I can deal with it, that's something anybody can do it. The bad part of that, is when somebody that thinks is better than the rest of the world calls. That's when you feel bad, because you are answering phones for a living, and that person on the other line, is well, not. I have nothing against being a receptionist, or customer service rep, all that is fine, as long as you realize that can't, I'm telling you CANNOT be your job forever. This is the land of opportunity, specially for somebody that have a goal and wants to move forward. Moving backwards should never be an option for you, or me.
Everything was doing ok until I was asked to do numbers. I've never been good with them; I have to say I really hate them. I agree if you tell me they're essential for you and you have to know them. All I've got to say in my defense, is they're not for me, they're not something I want to do for a living every day of my life. To make the story short, I spent 3 or 4 hours finding the small receipts in credit card statements and comparing the printout of a computer (like computers don't know numbers, oh they know) to many many invoices. I wanted to go right that second, but I did it. I am a survivor, I follow instructions, I really hated that chore.
Last but not least, there was a series of small little things like organizing a huge library of messy books and magazines (not so little at the end) and matching it to an excel sheet that hadn't been updated of course, in years. The worst part was they couldn't agree in what way or how to do it. I did that too, I started to organizing that library from the beginning. That's when I decided that I could do better than being the office bitch. I don't mind starting in an entry level, but if I feel I am not going somewhere, I am very sorry but I have to go.
That's how after three day I quit. I am not a quitter, but I have very clear where do I want to go. I didn't go to school to file papers, do numbers and answer phones. I know I can do better than that. I know there's a job for me out there and I am going to find it. Being the office bitch is not so bad, not if you'll get promoted soon, not if you found the company of your dreams, not if you like what you do. It's like a bad movie. If you heard is bad, you can say it is until you go see it.
When you start a job, you have the enthusiasm of a 9 year old, I gotta tell you the job really have to suck, for you to leave it after three days, but if you hate it please don't stay there, speak up, stand up from you dead end job and go out, I am pretty sure there's something better for you waiting outside. If it happen to me it can happen to you.
Many kisses
sasha