On the Corporate Machine

Well today was a busy but pleasant Monday.

I woke up feeling refreshed and in such a great mood that I opted to rock my favourite dress, a red body con dress that clings to my curves perfectly. It makes my ass look amazing, hell, it would give the fabulous queen Beyoncé a run for her money!!!' I paired this weapon of a dress with a black blazer, black tights and my fierce 5 and a half inch leopard print platform stiletto heels. Oh yes I did. So I strutted into work looking the business.

Now work is the place that we, according to statistics, spend 66% of our lives (I think anyone will believe anything if there is a % after it but that sounds about right) so it is important to be content. I grew up with a work ethic of if you have to scrub toilets with your own toothbrush to survive you will,c so work is important to me.

My CV shows a lot of jumps and when I was out of work last year it kind of wasn't in my favour. But the company I am in now I am ok to settle.....for now.

It's an international corporation that's been around for ages. It's growing and changing constantly and it looks like there are plenty of opportunities if you want to progress. They have opportunities to train and better yourself. They are paying for my qualification so that's an incentive to stay. They are very.....erm.....corporate.

There is a certain way you have to act and if you don't tow the corporate line they will chuck you out. For example one morning I dropped the f bomb before my official start time and someone complained about it saying that I offended them...erm....yeah. I know who put the complaint in so when that person is in I always put on my poshest accent and remark "am I offending anyone?" Somebody clearly got trophies just for participating when they were a kid!!!!!

The actual work itself is ok. It's busy. What I do is specialised but what I'm actually doing isn't what I am paid to do. That's irritating! The pay isn't the greatest either. I haven't had a haircut or had my nails done for ages!!!!!

But saying all that, why do I stay where I am? Simple. I work with good people. In the past I worked with fucktards, assholes, bitches, back stabbers, bullies, toadies, tools, twats and general knobs. But in this company, there are those but there are more good people. Yeah you have your busy bodies that like to stick their nose into your business but you get that everywhere.

Plus at this job I met Suzanne. That girl never fails to brighten my day. Today for example we were eating lunch and she whispered to me, Betty, you know that guy Peter* (super-hot-but-super-devoted-to-his-family man) I can see why you fancy him. I saw him when I was outside having a smoke. I totally get it! I'm going to have to come over to your side if the office more often.

I just laughed and said Suzanne do you know how hard it is to concentrate on work when your facing someone as sexy as that! I'm surprised I haven't run over and licked his face!!!!

Ahhhhh Peter....we talk about football. Half the time I don't listen to him I just imagine doing naughty and filthy things about him....God he's fit!

I digress, I apologise. You see? My job has it all. Fitties, good friends, good laughs and yeah it's not so bad.

So I'm not raking in the big bucks. In my career I've had to take a step back but with getting my qualification it's worth it.

And the amazing Suzanne said it the best today at lunch (after discussing why Peter was so fit) "The journey sometimes is better than the destination....so just enjoy it."

With you by my side, Suzanne, I think I will....

Love

Betty Rage xxxxx