Summertime and the livings easy.....
So its July. Officially summer, as summer as summer is going to get, and its been raining for about 4 days straight. Normally I wouldnt mind, in fact, I like rain, but I have had a serious headache for 4 days straight as well. My Grandpa used to get headaches during long stretches of rain, or so Im told. I have heard about high pressure systems giving people headaches, but I dont really know anything about weather. Its really strange. I have a headache when I get up in the morning, then all day at work it steadily gets worse and worse, until I leave the building, which is when it starts to go away. Im thinking it might be stress related, or perhaps I have an alergy to work. Maybe the doctor needs to write me a perscription to a holiday.
Anyway, I'll take this time to complain about work. You can skip over it, but if you do you might miss a hilarious story about managment! If thats not enough to keep you reading then I give up....
I suppose a short description of what I do is needed, basically I enter shit into a retarded excel spreadsheet about shitty electronic train parts that need repair, I put tags on them and send them to the "engineers" who fix them, then I get them back, enter more shit about them on the retarded excel spreadsheet, then pack them, then send them out to various customers. So thats the gist of it in a nutshell.
A few weeks ago I was "evaluated". One of my "bosses" asked me to tell him how many hours in total since january I spent on work related to repairs. I said all of the hours, roughly. and he translated that somehow, through the magic of statistics into me working 35% of the time Im meant to be working. He said, it wasnt too bad, and my goal is to be 75% evicient by november. I dont need to tell you what a load of shit this all is. Here is the joke, he was explaining all this to me and asking what I spend my time on and I was kind of getting defensive, and he goes, "dont worry fran, we arent looking to blame anyone here, we just want to get an idea of your worktime so we can make you more efficient, Im not going to give you more work, if we get you working more efficiently you can take on other jobs" so....he said, Im not going to give you more work, I am going to give you more work. HA! all that for that. I was at work from 9:10am until 7:45pm today.
Who cares about my job? I dont. So, I'll stop wasting my time typing about it.
Its time for bed but I dont want to sleep. I feel restless, and agitated. And I dont know why.
Anyway, I'll take this time to complain about work. You can skip over it, but if you do you might miss a hilarious story about managment! If thats not enough to keep you reading then I give up....
I suppose a short description of what I do is needed, basically I enter shit into a retarded excel spreadsheet about shitty electronic train parts that need repair, I put tags on them and send them to the "engineers" who fix them, then I get them back, enter more shit about them on the retarded excel spreadsheet, then pack them, then send them out to various customers. So thats the gist of it in a nutshell.
A few weeks ago I was "evaluated". One of my "bosses" asked me to tell him how many hours in total since january I spent on work related to repairs. I said all of the hours, roughly. and he translated that somehow, through the magic of statistics into me working 35% of the time Im meant to be working. He said, it wasnt too bad, and my goal is to be 75% evicient by november. I dont need to tell you what a load of shit this all is. Here is the joke, he was explaining all this to me and asking what I spend my time on and I was kind of getting defensive, and he goes, "dont worry fran, we arent looking to blame anyone here, we just want to get an idea of your worktime so we can make you more efficient, Im not going to give you more work, if we get you working more efficiently you can take on other jobs" so....he said, Im not going to give you more work, I am going to give you more work. HA! all that for that. I was at work from 9:10am until 7:45pm today.
Who cares about my job? I dont. So, I'll stop wasting my time typing about it.
Its time for bed but I dont want to sleep. I feel restless, and agitated. And I dont know why.