Because it's 5 o'clock somewhere...

The posting ideas are coming fast and furious at the moment. From the time I was fairly young I had a glamorous picture of what it would be like to work in an office. I'm almost ashamed to admit it (as I well should be), but a fair amount of my romanticism about office jobs came from the movie Picture Perfect starring Jennifer Aniston. She seemed so cool in her advertising office, wearing kooky hair and picking up multiple good-looking men who happened to work with her. She even made getting dumped seem just so chic. My 12 year-old mind attributed all of that aura to her office work.

What frustrates me in my current life is that fact that I've never held a job where I feel as though my skills and knowledge are actually utilized to any degree whatsoever. In the past, I always attributed it to the fact that I was working jobs where I wasn't expected to have much formal higher education. They were temporary jobs to get the through short time periods.

However, since college graduation (which seems like yesterday, but is actually rapidly approaching two solid years ago) I still haven't managed to find myself a position where anyone seems to care that I have a pretty good brain up there. I think that when we were in a small liberal arts college we were slightly coddled (sometimes more than slightly) and told how special and brillant we really were. Then what did college do to us? Gave us a piece of paper and the heave-ho after just four years. Suddenly we were playing with the big dogs and their big degrees and connections. During the three months that I was job searching I sometimes felt like it would help me to jump up and down waving my resume and screaming "Look at me! Over here! Look at all my qualifications!!!"

I don't want this to turn into some long ranting post about how much I don't like my job. We all know that there's a club for that, it's called everybody and they meet at the bar. I also don't need to go into what the working world actually produces as far as office atmosphere is concerned, but suffice it to say that the 12 year old inside of me is sorely disappointed. Between this and the Pitt/Aniston divorce I don't even know how the teenager inside still exists at all. Maybe that's why I watch so much MTV.