A while ago I thought that his concept would make an amazing blog.
Before you get the wrong idea let me elaborate. Throughout my career as I have gone from one job to the next I have had a number of moments where I have spent some time looking at various toilet doors. I have cried, hidden, sighed, wished, lost my mind, been hung over, exhausted and felt completely hopeless behind a number of these rather drab looking doors
To this day when I go to the loo the same thought strikes me- one being- just how much of our lives do we spend on the loo (arb I know) and the other…I wonder how many other people formed a weird connection with an object like a door.
I mean I have spend A LOT of time think about this. Each door was different yet exactly the same, some had signs, messages but in reality each door was just that –a door. This thing I locked behind me to shield me from the horrors of the world lurking on the other side of it. Now I am not a huge fan of tiny spaces but each of these cubicles protected me. My first job ever I spent time wondering if I would ever progress, would I ever grow. The second job was soul sucking and I spent most of my time crying and hiding from the bitch of a buyer I worked for. Then came the horror of a has been woman who I had the great joy of telling off but the lead up to that was also behind a door… the epic motivational talk! Then came the dream job which at times destroyed me – I spent a lot of time just needing to hide and think here (I know a toilet- gross right) but these doors were all symbolic, each job was a stepping stone and each door and new chapter. Now I am happy to say the only thing I think about when I sit behind my current door- who put that sign up skew?
I felt great achievement today when I realised that today that door was just a door and it had been for 9 months…I guess I ended up where I needed to be!
Before you get the wrong idea let me elaborate. Throughout my career as I have gone from one job to the next I have had a number of moments where I have spent some time looking at various toilet doors. I have cried, hidden, sighed, wished, lost my mind, been hung over, exhausted and felt completely hopeless behind a number of these rather drab looking doors
To this day when I go to the loo the same thought strikes me- one being- just how much of our lives do we spend on the loo (arb I know) and the other…I wonder how many other people formed a weird connection with an object like a door.
I mean I have spend A LOT of time think about this. Each door was different yet exactly the same, some had signs, messages but in reality each door was just that –a door. This thing I locked behind me to shield me from the horrors of the world lurking on the other side of it. Now I am not a huge fan of tiny spaces but each of these cubicles protected me. My first job ever I spent time wondering if I would ever progress, would I ever grow. The second job was soul sucking and I spent most of my time crying and hiding from the bitch of a buyer I worked for. Then came the horror of a has been woman who I had the great joy of telling off but the lead up to that was also behind a door… the epic motivational talk! Then came the dream job which at times destroyed me – I spent a lot of time just needing to hide and think here (I know a toilet- gross right) but these doors were all symbolic, each job was a stepping stone and each door and new chapter. Now I am happy to say the only thing I think about when I sit behind my current door- who put that sign up skew?
I felt great achievement today when I realised that today that door was just a door and it had been for 9 months…I guess I ended up where I needed to be!