Frankly, Mr Shankley...

I was listening to Russell Brand a while ago, and it must be because it was a podcast of his Radio 2 show (good good times until Woss showed up)and he mentioned that he knew someone who emailed a resignation to their boss with the subject line 'Frankly Mr Shankley.' I admire that sort of action.

Morrissey is someone who seems to suggest that work gets in the way of creativity. Some people will argue that their work can be creative, but only if you're in a job you either genuinely love or one in a creative field.

I don't find anything particularly creative about my job. And I'm not saying that it's not a good job, or that any old reh-tard could do it. It's well-paid, it doesn't involve serving food or coffee or designer juice to a-holes.

But it does involve superiors who treat me and my kind like slaves, ridiculous policy and procedure changes and a hierarchy of information flow that makes me want to scream sometimes. But the people I work with are mostly lovely. And the customers can be wonderful as well as awful (the nice ones outweigh the awful ones. But then there are the annoying ones...).

No disrespect at all to the people who are doing my job as their chosen career, or enjoy their work, but this is not what I want to do with my life. Because I'm worried that Morrissey is right. I haven't worked full time in about two years, and becuase I don't love my job it's driving me insane and making me feel depressed and unmotivated.

I can't do anything that has to be done during office hours (thanks a bunch, Australia Post) and my weekends become precious. Oh, and the worst thing is that I can't wear all my awesome clothes.

And now I have a lot of awesome clothes. Because instead of being creative and writing scripts, I go on Facebook and I do a lot of online shopping to make myself feel better. Money does buy happiness, kids! Well, sort of. And because I can afford it and in the vein of the whole retail therapy thing, I'm getting hair extensions. Yep, nothing says 'this is making you forget you're miserable' like Serena Van Der Woodsen -like tresses.

But this blog is the first step toward being creative again, which will lead to bigger and better things career-wise (the hope), and in the meantime the money, the hair, the clothes, and NY Plan will get me through it.

Here's a picture that should cheer you up: