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Katy McKenna Raymond
in Kansas City, Missouri
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Whenever I'm tempted to go out and get a "real job," I know something's not right. For me, a real job is what I do when I want to avoid my real life. My own personal life (and here I'm speaking of those parts of me which are distinct from my responsibilities to my husband and kids and mother and siblings and friends and neighbors, if that's possible) just does not thrive when subjected to the constraints of the traditional workplace. The last time I tried an office job, I found out I have cubiclephobia. At first, four of us had cubes facing each other, since the nature of our jobs required communication over the low walls of the cubes. But then the boss starting touring the floor, listening for snickers and giggles, or any other indication that we might be happy with our situation. When he found it, the walls went up, and the desks were rearranged to take full advantage of staring at gray space. Katy has left the building. When you've been conditioned your whole life to "get a real job," it's a full-time job convincing yourself you're an OK person without one. But the pay's great.
Posted by Katy on 04/06/01 at 08:41 AM
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