Square Peg in a Round Hole

We recently got a doggy door for the sliding glass door in our bedroom. That way Biscuit can come and go as she pleases, and there is no more wet nose in your *(&^% in the middle of the night when she wants to go out.

Yesterday, I walked into my room and saw this.

Poor biscuit, outside in the heat, and Spooky the killer cat guarding the doggy door. They sat like this for some time. Biscuit, staring through the door with forlorn eyes. Spooky not budging, just daring Biscuit to stick her nose through that door.

We are a family of "cat" people. And even though we have had Biscuit 9 years, she has never really fit in. The cats are so independent, that we sometimes get frustrated with how high maintenance a dog can be. Biscuit wants attention all the time. The cats don't want you to even look their direction, let along SPEAK to them.

Biscuit is a square peg trying to fit into a round hole.

I sometimes know how she feels.

Here are pictures from my Corporate America job.

Here's my office. Yes, it's pink. No, I didn't pick the color.

Here are some of my employees (who are fabulous!)

Here is more of my cube farm

Here's where that whole square peg thing fits in. I'm not an office kind of girl. I need to be where there is some action. The dining room or kitchen of a busy restaurant. The gaming floor of a busy casino. The lobby of a busy hotel. You get the point. People. Busy. Not a cube farm.

My gut told me when I took this job I wasn't going to like it. But instead of listening to my little voice, I allowed external forces to influence me. Don't ever do that. I loved my last job. I hate my new job. It isn't a good time in the economy to be looking for another job either, so here I sit. Complaining to you all. And writing a blog that brings me a lot of joy. So tell your friends to read this blog. It's my little bit of sunshine in an otherwise "pink" day.

Cheers,

Christine