06 June 2024

Job Update

Leaving my job as an Administrator, and taking a job as a General Office Assistant, which is, basically, an Office Junior, has felt, in part, a mistake. I could no longer stay at my administration job. It was a very toxic workplace, which made me feel mentally ill. My manger did not believe in people taking a mental health break/moment, as her sister has Bipolar and has never taken an afternoon, day or week off work for mental health reasons, therefore she said that no one else should ever require to take a mental health break. The director also could not understand why I, physically, was unable to talk to my manager, when I would rather take my own life than come back to work. I sat in a room and told them both so, and they said that I was acting like, "A silly child." I had already been looking to leave the company, and had casually been looking for jobs, on and off, but this made me determined to leave.

I had a few interviews at other administration jobs, but I was never the person that they picked for the job, despite feeling as though I did well in the interviews. The only place that offered me a job, is where I am based now. I have returned to a solicitors. Although it is a different law firm, the job is identical to the previous Office Assistant role that I had from 2018-2022. It is less money than my administration job, and I now have to use a considerable chunk of my money on public transport, but at least I am away from the toxic workplace. My only worry is that I have a sinking feeling that I have taken a step backwards, career-wise. I mean, it is a step down. When my current manager interviewed me, he said at the time that I was overqualified for the job. My day-to-day activities and responsibilities are even less than when I was at my previous law firm, but I could never return there either, because the toxicity there was even worse (with a member of staff telling me that I did not deserve my job, and nobody wants me to exist).

So, here I am… sat at my desk, for a very lovely company, feeling like I do not belong. My supervisor is lovely, and I feel as though I get along fine with my manager too. I have only been here four weeks, but after my second week being here, my manager said to me, "It's like you have been here two months, not two weeks." It is a shame that there is not some magical position that they could invent for me. At my old solicitors, I was, "Donna-in-training." Donna was the name of my Office Manager, but as Covid hit, they made all of the office managers redundant. During Covid, I was doing my job, the other Office Assistant's job, the Office Manger's job, the Archivist's job, and the two Receptionists' jobs, but with only being paid an Office Junior salary.

At my new workplace, there is not a lot to do. It is very quiet, most of the time. It has given me the opportunity to work on my mental health, over the last four weeks. I am very worried that here will always be quiet, though. It is not as if I can work my way up either, because my supervisor and manger are very settled here. I am old enough to be the mother of the person working my job, but it seems that the only job I am able to get is this job.

- Josie -

01 June 2024

Snowman O'Clock

It’s snowman o’clock,
You’re at the front of my mind.
I thought I’d moved on,
But now it feels like a lie.
I’m strong,
Now I’m weak.
How’d you do this to me?
On my strongest days
Why do I find I miss you?

- Josie -

30 May 2024

Jane Grew Up

(Josie Sayz: The, below, flash fiction piece, is a thought that arose in my mind, this morning, while suffering from a PTSD of separation anxiety. This piece is written from my ‘Jane Chronicles’ characters story series. Please note, the character of Peter Pan and Jane are copyright the Great Ormond Street Children’s Hospital, in the UK, and ‘Disney’ in America.)

Hundreds of bodies swarmed the city centre. Bobbing to-and-fro, they became a blur, bumbling about, navigating to their place of work. Amongst the sea of black business suits and blazers, a red head followed the flow of people. Imagining the birds-eye-view of the scene around her unfolding, the red head realised that she had become lost in the crowd. Her heart sank to her stomach. 'Years ago, I would have hated the thought of blending in with everyone, like this,' she thought to herself, with a deflated sigh. As she began her morning laps around the cathedral, a strange memory popped into her head, of a conversation she had had a long time ago, with someone she thought she had forgotten about.

All office workers are boring," said the voice of Peter Pan in her brain. "All they do is work and sleep. They have no hobbies. They don't go anywhere or do anything with themselves, and they are always so drained. Bah! I'd hate to live a life like that, wouldn't you, Jane?" Hearing Peter's words in her head, Jane's intestines began to churn, and her chest grew tight. Peter's words had come true. Dark circles formed beneath Jane's eyes, and no matter how many times she tried, Jane struggled to keep her posture straight. Her hairline was also receding, having fallen out through stress. The inner corners of Jane's eyes stung, as she sniffed, trying to remember the last time she had the mental energy to do anything for herself.

          Speed walking around the cathedral, Jane glared ahead, as she strode through the pavement's centre guttering. 'Even the walking I do, I no longer do for me, anymore. It is all for the cult of a workplace that I have joined.' Jane felt her shoulders droop, as she acknowledged the person that she had become. She had forgotten how to be creative. She had forgotten how to have fun. Despite her best efforts, Jane had grown up.

- Josie -