...or so I'm told, by several of my co-workers. That either means I need to promoted, or stop working so hard. Unfortunately, there is no room to be elevated, and I have only one speed when I'm working...which is to FUCKING WORK. I like my job, don't get me wrong. And I don't mind going above and beyond when duty calls.
But it is frustrating knowing that deep down, I could be doing so much more. And it's not for lack of ambition; sure I could blame the shitty economy, but I could also be more pro-active in trying to find another job. And that, right there, I think is where I falter. I HATE looking for jobs, trying to explain how awesome I can be in the form of a resume.
And besides, the jobs out there are not only few and far between, but the difference between taking a chance on an un-known employer, versus the known quantity I currently am employed by...well, I guess I'm staying put for now. But this job has already lasted longer than I ever expected it to. Static. For. Now.