The fat is in the fire
It's been a good few days since I posted here, so I figure I'll drop something now just to fill the space. Although, I do actually have things I probably need to jot down anyway, so it isn't really a wasted and futile exercise.
First of all, I don't know how many of you are familiar with the song 'Hallelujah' by Leonard Cohen, but for those who are, I've come to the conclusion that it is quite possibly one of - if not the - best song written. When you ask people, they usually quote the extremely over-rated songs such as "Imagine", by Lennon, or "Angels" by Robbie Williams. Now I think the first one is quite probably the most over-rated song in history, and the latter is... well, Robbie Williams. Anyway, Hallelujah, I feel, is just fantastic. It's stirring and haunting, and the choir backing singers really work. The imagery and meaning in the lyrics is extremely deep and thought provoking, providing you have the brain power to realise that.
For those of you who do not know the song, it's on my MySpace profile, so go and listen.
Now I shall move on. Last night work was bad. A few weeks ago I was moved from the menial tasks and charged with my own section, for which I had to list the stock required, fetch the stock and pack it out, making sure it was all neat and tidy and ready to trade when the store opened. This was very encouraging for me as I felt as though I was moving up the ranks and making an impression. However, for the past week I've back doing the menial and annoying jobs reserved for the newbies, and the boss has been doing my section. I've heard nothing to suggest I was doing something wrong, or there was any displeasure - I was just re-assigned, and that's that. It's quite crushing, just when you feel you're making progress, to have the rug pulled out from under your feet.
This got me thinking. Am I going to be back and forth all the time? If so, I want a different job. Am I going to be 'punished' and sent back down the ladder without so much as a hint of an explanation? If so, I want a different job. It wouldn't be so bad if I was told why, but I wasn't, and even when I asked, I was told "that's the way it goes". Is this part of the progress, or what?
I'm feeling both philosophical, confused, and slightly down. All at the same time. It's a strange mix, and I don't quite know what to make of it. How odd.
Also, I've decided it's time for a drastic re-appraisal of the whole scene. Not saying which scene, but an important one.... more on that, later
First of all, I don't know how many of you are familiar with the song 'Hallelujah' by Leonard Cohen, but for those who are, I've come to the conclusion that it is quite possibly one of - if not the - best song written. When you ask people, they usually quote the extremely over-rated songs such as "Imagine", by Lennon, or "Angels" by Robbie Williams. Now I think the first one is quite probably the most over-rated song in history, and the latter is... well, Robbie Williams. Anyway, Hallelujah, I feel, is just fantastic. It's stirring and haunting, and the choir backing singers really work. The imagery and meaning in the lyrics is extremely deep and thought provoking, providing you have the brain power to realise that.
For those of you who do not know the song, it's on my MySpace profile, so go and listen.
Now I shall move on. Last night work was bad. A few weeks ago I was moved from the menial tasks and charged with my own section, for which I had to list the stock required, fetch the stock and pack it out, making sure it was all neat and tidy and ready to trade when the store opened. This was very encouraging for me as I felt as though I was moving up the ranks and making an impression. However, for the past week I've back doing the menial and annoying jobs reserved for the newbies, and the boss has been doing my section. I've heard nothing to suggest I was doing something wrong, or there was any displeasure - I was just re-assigned, and that's that. It's quite crushing, just when you feel you're making progress, to have the rug pulled out from under your feet.
This got me thinking. Am I going to be back and forth all the time? If so, I want a different job. Am I going to be 'punished' and sent back down the ladder without so much as a hint of an explanation? If so, I want a different job. It wouldn't be so bad if I was told why, but I wasn't, and even when I asked, I was told "that's the way it goes". Is this part of the progress, or what?
I'm feeling both philosophical, confused, and slightly down. All at the same time. It's a strange mix, and I don't quite know what to make of it. How odd.
Also, I've decided it's time for a drastic re-appraisal of the whole scene. Not saying which scene, but an important one.... more on that, later