My right thumb hurts right now and I have been working too hard typing all day on the computer at work. I try to massage the area and put back the joints to make the feeling less painful. But there is still clicking and a sense of something being caught.
Hopefully, I should not suspect any arthritis (or tendonitis) yet for I am much too young for such symptoms. I have to remind myself to type gently to avoid aggravating my thumb and stop banging away on the keyboard because I forget I’m not playing on the piano.
I have been doing tedious data entry work for the past ten years and one could say I am the best among the rest. I knew I’d end up doing desk work, with any company willing to pay me good enough money so I could pay my bills, which are mostly credit cards.
Thanks to both my educations-formal in the academia and mentors in the “real world”-I have a career in the endless twiddling of thumbs, whistling tunes of past and present and bemoaning of my decision to continue this path of an otherwise unfulfilling promise to climb towards the glass ceiling of opportunities that awaits most women in my profession.
Jobs like mine are good to fall on with all the nice benefits and free meals that go with being owned pretty much by a large company such as the one I work. I like my current job honestly.
I wish I could go on a nice vacation somewhere away from the Bay Area for once and enjoy the surf and warm Sun on a white sand beach while sipping a margarita with a significant other, wherever he may be.
That is why I work in the finance sector in order to learn how to make money and lots of it; so I myself could move on and out of the rat race. My financial knowledge is still basic and of course, if I were well off, I wouldn’t be working the normal 9 to 5 job in a cubicle with a bunch of other people struggling to raise a family or to pay off their mortgage.
Mort-gage to me means death (from the root word ‘mort’) until you are really much too old (from the word of ‘age’) to stop working by the way.
There are better alternatives awaiting me and I still cannot locate that unanswered calling. I know now that the ultimate move should be made by me. But I knew not how to proceed just yet. So my best option is to wait and see.
I’ve been ever so patiently waiting for the past six years for any sign of improvement in my financial situation. This is my major karma-big time. For anything taken or given away, whatever the case may be, is truly gone and never to return.
Or if anything does show up, then by natural law should be shared to help others in need. Nothing is ever a gift or a blessing when the gold at the end of the rainbow is used to harm others.
I think my thumb could use some ice now. This particular blog entry took me around forty-five minutes to compose due to my attempt in combining two more topic entries that I will post later on.
In the meantime, I’ll “stay put” and continue to work diligently at this company until either both my middle fingers flare upwards at any moment (or at anyone for that matter) or whenever the zeros in my bank account(s) expand, if any.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Original publication:
- Friday February 24, 2006 – 09:30pm (PST)
- http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-dMLYEJo3fqqaTf8Pi2_DBUz8?p=45
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