Stuck in Office Purgatory

Hello friend(s). Maybe there's more than one of you out there that are bored enough to read this, but I wouldn't bet my last swig of red wine on it. Between the hours of 8-5 from last week and at least until the end of November, I'll be stuck in a little place I like to call Office Purgatory. No folks, I'm not speaking of the mundane daily existence that most of us live in when we go to work, but rather that wonderful zone when you've got one foot out of your current position and the other firmly placed, along with your brain, in whatever "space" your next move occupies. In my case, I'm in the process of moving from sales management, or as I like to call it "adult babysitting", to sales/bus dev (business development for those of you that are lucky enough to not live the corporate life). Yes, yes, I know, I am lucky to even have the choice of escaping a position I despise to another in the same company (most people would get fired for even asking for a move like that, right??), but that doesn't make my current spot any sweeter.

Each day, I wake up with butterflies in my belly. You know the ones I'm referring to. Much like the feeling you get when you're 12 and about to go on your first date or when you have just ingested a certain round shaped "vitamin" and your stomach drops to the floor forcing you to scurry awkwardly to the nearest restroom. The difference is that my day doesn't get better as it goes on, whereas the follow ups to the aforementioned situations almost inevitably do. No sir, my day continues with me walking into the office and proceeding to do a bunch of things that I can't stand doing. Almost all of which involve completing tasks for people I don't respect or even like in most cases. As if this existence wasn't bad enough when it was the only job I could foresee in my near future, it's now just a job I'm keeping "warm" for the next poor bastard that gets hired. You know the "lame duck coach" status sports journalists bestow on coaches that are waiting to move on? Well that's me. I've already been permitted my intra-company move back to sales, but I can't actually begin until the company backfills for my position. Not a fun place to be, let me tell you. If I was really trying to say the "right" thing, I'd say that I'm just happy for what I have, but saying the right thing isn't my goal. My goal is to speak my mind and move on to another situation that will serve me better than the situation I'm currently in. If you don't like my attitude, move along now. Cheerio. Wait....are you gone yet? I actually need to build my reader base, so I'm sorry for offending you....sort of.

So there you have it. "Office Purgatory." Is it possible to copyright a term? I know a word can be "coined", but what the hell does that mean? If it means I'll make coin by doing it, I'm all in. Otherwise, I'm moving on to planning how I can get more than one person to read this damn blog. Well, there is that mass email thing-a-ma-jig, but then I'd have to learn how to use technology.....

Cheers,
T