Fucked up and fucked off
It's been a fucking horrendous week and weekend. What the fuck is with a week that Monday to Friday entailed 54 hours work (my week is meant to be 35!) and then another 11 on the weekend!
Amidst all the work I'm frantically trying to do study for my BA Comms degree, and, not become a total hermit.
And do I get any thanks when I get in on Monday having spent hours redrafting policy documents, and redesigning process maps? No, I get whines about formats, or colour schemes, gripes about not having had it over the weekend... and my favourite - "well if you can't manage your time, that's your problem".
I did an anlysis of my time. I'm actually currently performing duties that represent 175% of a Full Time position.
I'm tired of a job where when things go wrong you're to blame, and when they go right it's just your job.
I'm tired of going home to an empty place, and having to cook, clean, wash, iron, vacuum, shop, and all the rest. I'm even more tired of getting there and having work to do, and getting bawled out because I'm unavailable to babysit, or help with gardening, or go on freaking picnics because of other committments.
The fact is, I need some time for me. The recent journey to the US barely scratched the surface, and for all it was wonderful to be catching up with friends, it was the opposite side of the planet, a BIG jump outside my comfort zone, and yeah.
I'm generally dissatisfied with life at present. I'm feeling adrift, because I enjoy the WORK I do, just hating the expectations and demands being made on me. I am looking for a new place, but it's further away from family - but I've been so fucking busy the last few years, family are really the only contacts I have outside of work.
Fuck ... I can't even get a positive response on RSVP, the home of the desperate and dateless!
There are days I'd just love to start walking west and not stop till I was working behind the bar in some strange arsed opal mining town and known far and wide as the crazy old man with cats
Amidst all the work I'm frantically trying to do study for my BA Comms degree, and, not become a total hermit.
And do I get any thanks when I get in on Monday having spent hours redrafting policy documents, and redesigning process maps? No, I get whines about formats, or colour schemes, gripes about not having had it over the weekend... and my favourite - "well if you can't manage your time, that's your problem".
I did an anlysis of my time. I'm actually currently performing duties that represent 175% of a Full Time position.
I'm tired of a job where when things go wrong you're to blame, and when they go right it's just your job.
I'm tired of going home to an empty place, and having to cook, clean, wash, iron, vacuum, shop, and all the rest. I'm even more tired of getting there and having work to do, and getting bawled out because I'm unavailable to babysit, or help with gardening, or go on freaking picnics because of other committments.
The fact is, I need some time for me. The recent journey to the US barely scratched the surface, and for all it was wonderful to be catching up with friends, it was the opposite side of the planet, a BIG jump outside my comfort zone, and yeah.
I'm generally dissatisfied with life at present. I'm feeling adrift, because I enjoy the WORK I do, just hating the expectations and demands being made on me. I am looking for a new place, but it's further away from family - but I've been so fucking busy the last few years, family are really the only contacts I have outside of work.
Fuck ... I can't even get a positive response on RSVP, the home of the desperate and dateless!
There are days I'd just love to start walking west and not stop till I was working behind the bar in some strange arsed opal mining town and known far and wide as the crazy old man with cats