Recap
So yeah, been really active updating this thing lately, but it has been summer after all, and I've been relaxing after my firing from the meat packing gig.
When I say relaxing, I mean being utterly lazy. Really, for most of these weeks I've merely been sitting on my ass, watching films or playing computer games. As happens too often, I became truly active only once the panic about the summer being over struck. Since then, I've managed about a hundred miles of bicycling, I've travelled within the country, and I've been hosting a zombie-themed roleplaying campaign. I'll be a little more specific about some of those things later, when I can push myself into actually writing again.
Last Wednesday, I was hired to work at a big furniture warehouse, the biggest one around here actually. It is through a temp agency, but I hear the warehouse has a habit of hiring people directly once they have proven out a bit. It isn't a bad place really, I might like to stay, if it wasn't for one little detail.
I'll call this detail, this person, the Trans-Siberian Express, or TSE for short. He is from Estonia really, but when the shoe fits.. This guy is 63 years old I am told, and he certainly looks his age, having all of five teeth left in his head. Thing is though, he lifts crates that are as heavy in kilograms as he is old in years, without any apparent effort, and he can do it apparently forever. The guy is a work fanatic, and the problem with that is that he expects the same from everyone around himself.
I don't mind a bit of hard work, it keeps me in shape after all, when it doesn't break something instead. But, when doing things as fast as possible becomes the central idea, I find my interest dissipating. I am not going to bust my ass when the same work could be done on time in a brisk, sensible pace. Right now, we have to tear away like crazy, with the end result usually being that for the last half an hour at work, we just sit around doing nothing, since there is no work left. This makes no sense.
TSE isn't a boss or anything, he is just another grunt at the warehouse, so basically, we do not need to listen to him. Still, it is a bit hard not to comply when you have an ancient Estonian who seems to be made purely of steel wire, getting in your face about needing things done faster. That is why I am embracing the fact that the actual boss is coming back from holiday tomorrow. It is my intention to have a little chat with him. I'll tell him the parameters within which I am willing to work, and either he tells the Estonian slave driver to mellow the fuck out, or finds me a task not related to the guy. Of course, he can fire me as well, but such is life.
When I say relaxing, I mean being utterly lazy. Really, for most of these weeks I've merely been sitting on my ass, watching films or playing computer games. As happens too often, I became truly active only once the panic about the summer being over struck. Since then, I've managed about a hundred miles of bicycling, I've travelled within the country, and I've been hosting a zombie-themed roleplaying campaign. I'll be a little more specific about some of those things later, when I can push myself into actually writing again.
Last Wednesday, I was hired to work at a big furniture warehouse, the biggest one around here actually. It is through a temp agency, but I hear the warehouse has a habit of hiring people directly once they have proven out a bit. It isn't a bad place really, I might like to stay, if it wasn't for one little detail.
I'll call this detail, this person, the Trans-Siberian Express, or TSE for short. He is from Estonia really, but when the shoe fits.. This guy is 63 years old I am told, and he certainly looks his age, having all of five teeth left in his head. Thing is though, he lifts crates that are as heavy in kilograms as he is old in years, without any apparent effort, and he can do it apparently forever. The guy is a work fanatic, and the problem with that is that he expects the same from everyone around himself.
I don't mind a bit of hard work, it keeps me in shape after all, when it doesn't break something instead. But, when doing things as fast as possible becomes the central idea, I find my interest dissipating. I am not going to bust my ass when the same work could be done on time in a brisk, sensible pace. Right now, we have to tear away like crazy, with the end result usually being that for the last half an hour at work, we just sit around doing nothing, since there is no work left. This makes no sense.
TSE isn't a boss or anything, he is just another grunt at the warehouse, so basically, we do not need to listen to him. Still, it is a bit hard not to comply when you have an ancient Estonian who seems to be made purely of steel wire, getting in your face about needing things done faster. That is why I am embracing the fact that the actual boss is coming back from holiday tomorrow. It is my intention to have a little chat with him. I'll tell him the parameters within which I am willing to work, and either he tells the Estonian slave driver to mellow the fuck out, or finds me a task not related to the guy. Of course, he can fire me as well, but such is life.