In the Office Again
As you can tell, I really hate being in the office. I’m in a building with people who are no younger than 50-something and it’s very evident that I’m the odd person out. You can hear a pin drop in that place and it’s so unnerving. When in the history of the world has an advertising agency been quiet? Agencies are supposed to be loud, talkative, and collaborative.
The HR lady came in and was talking to me today about my last check and my benefits and she just was like, I’m so sad, I don’t like this part. Lady, I’m the one losing my job. You still have a paycheck coming.
Breaking Free from the Office
The clock struck three and I was basically like a kid in school. They’ve got their bags packed and are just watching the seconds tick by until they hear the release bell. I have a specific route that I leave the building in so I come in contact with the least amount of people. I don’t want to be stopped, I don’t want to talk to anyone, I just want out.
There’s something about being forced to be somewhere for a specific time frame that makes me feel like a caged animal. I want ownership of my own time and my own schedule. As a grown adult, I really feel that I should be able to do what I want when I want.
But Ashley, they are paying you to work.
Yes, they are. But they have no qualms asking me to work outside of “normal” business hours if they need me so why is it so frowned upon in the reverse? As long as you communicate with your team and get your work done when it’s due, let people have the freedom and flexibility to do what they need to do in their own lives to make themselves happy. What works for you, doesn’t work for other people.
And for all the people out there that gossip about other people in the office, they would be the first ones I let go. Mind your business Karen and do your own work.
Can We Talk
Ugh, those are the shittiest three words you could put together. You know nothing good will come of the conversation. This is what the President emailed me and I really am trying to ignore it for a minute or two. I also have a peer review of someone I really despise due and I thought losing my job would get me out of doing it. It isn’t. She’s still asking for it.
I’m wrestling with whether I should write the truth of how I feel and all I’ve experienced, or if I should just do the satisfactory hooplah and just turn it in and get it off my plate. I won’t be in the office anymore and I won’t have to deal with him, so for me, it doesn’t really matter.
