Confessions of a burned out workaholic

Have you ever wanted to scream back at the world? To get everything off your chest? Say all of the things that you can’t or shouldn’t say to all the people that need to hear it the most?

Yeah, me to. So I started this blog.

My name is Beda Queenie. Or at least it is for your purposes as you read this. You need to call me something when you tell your frenemies from work about this “crazy” thing your “friend” said last night or whatever. (Yeah, I have high expectations for your enjoying this venting too. I expect I’m not alone in my needing to get some things off my chest. So you and me and all the rest of them, we can just put it out there, right here. Leave a comment in the comments section or email me at Beda [dash] Queenie [at] gmail [dot] com and share your anonymous story and I’ll share it with all the rest of us newly empowered suckers. And I mean that in the most kind, gentle way. We’re suckers, you and me. We do things for other people. We get taken advantage of. We are not appreciated. Sure people may say, “Thanks for all that work, Beda” or “Good job, Beda” here and there, but most of the time people expect us to be the hardest worker for nothing while they sit back and have another cup of coffee from their pearches doing who the hell knows what. Damn, sometimes we’re just invisible. Okay, now that that’s out there, I feel better. So moving right along…)

My goals of the year are simple: write 500 words a day, read a chapter from any book a day, exercise for at least 20 minutes a day (cause otherwise all my goals involve sitting), drink the minimum water amount an adult should drink per day (that’s about 72 ounces of water, and eat more fruits and veg. That’s it. It’s not rocket science. It is basic and simple and fully something I should actually be able to do. I think a character of Bill Murray’s said once to take “baby steps.” He was a psychologist, the character, I mean. So, that’s good enough for me.

Every day, I’ll come on here and confess something or vent about the idiots I work with. And I do mean idiots. The shit they do and say could be made into a TV pilot or a play, and if I can ever figure out a point to what they do I’ll write it up. For their sakes, I won’t use any real names or real places or specifics. Well, as far as you know they’re not real, so we’ll be good. But you know what that X Files character said about the truth, right? Yes, it’s out there. But not that one. I’m thinking of the great line, the best place to hide the truth is between two lies. So there’s probably going to be some of that going on here too. I mean, sometimes you just really need to say the truth of a thing, don’t you think, to be free? But the real stuff will probably be more unbelievable than the substituted facts, so we’re all good.

Okay, then. We’re at 552 words now, so that’s a 10–4. Good day to you. Nice to meet you. See you tomorrow.