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Unbuttoning the pink collar

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Every weekday, I find myself in the throes of the pink collar menagerie, submitting myself to the array of monotonous tasks before me. I copy. I fax. I process paper work. I answer phone calls. I file. I deal with malfunctioning computing equipment that I want to attack with a sledgehammer. Like many perky young ingenues, I find myself part of the pink collar industry. Only I’m not an ingenue. Nor am I perky. I think I’m young, but the jury’s still out on that verdict as well.

A wise character on a now-dead television show once said, “Monotony is the mind-killer.” And right he was. To the droll of workplace chatter, computer keyboards, and ringing telephones, I rhythmically leaf through sheet after sheet after sheet after sheet of invoices, medical records, bills of lading, and other official-looking things that I question the importance of to the existence of mankind. (Would the ultimate balance of the universe be upset if, by accident, I forgot to process a document or accidentally used it to throw my gum away in? Would the friendly women I work with turn into a harem of flesh-eating she-beasts?)

I can’t simply shut myself off and appreciate the Zen of filing or the predictability of my monotonous assignments. No, no, no. I need to dream up implausible scenarios, possible screenplays for movies or teleplays for sitcoms or hourlong dramedies, based around the women I work with. And suddenly I find myself loitering around inside the psyches of my secretarial co-workers. I imagine caustic jokes that members of this fake pink collar clique on television would crack, mostly sex jokes but jokes about plastic surgery, and even about fine dining. And then I imagine where the sitcom laugh tracks would be placed.

But when the clock hits 4:55 and I skip out of work five minutes early, every single day, I always gasp and awe in wonder for a moment. Just for a moment. There are people whose entire lives are devoted to this monotony and I wonder, how is that fair?

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  • http://www.bhwblog.com bhw

    Funny and poignant, rohin. I added some Amazon items for you.

  • http://www.sabrinamessenger.com sabrina

    Too many people expect to be fulfilled by the 9 to 5 only…and if it’s not like it’s shown on insipid situation comedies, then sure they’ll be disappointed.

    The key here is to find the fun in your day, take a moment to laugh and enjoy the company of the people you come in contact with…and to not let the physical job or workplace ever become your primary identity.

    Me? I work as a receptionist but I use it as a way to pay bills and bankroll my real goals, dreams and ambitions as a singer/songwriter. I’m 45 and I’m as “perky” as I wanna be LOL…because I choose to be rather than let others define who I am or what I should be.

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