The Daily Dilemma
Ah, the dilemma of my life. I mean, not really, but what's the point of having an intense personality if you never get to be melodramatic.
I hate my job. But that's not the point. The point is the reason I hate my job, the why. Unfortunately, I don't entirely know why. After roughly an hour of hysterics and emotions with my mother sitting patiently by, I might have narrowed it down a little. (Well, she thinks that my reasons are just excuses to avoid growing up and responsibility, but that doesn't make them any less valid.)
Right now it's the computers. I have so much responsibilities and duties that are tied solely to the computers, and the list just grows every day. But, I don't know as much about computers as it seems like I do; at least not in a business setting.
I spend so much time worrying about my cobbled-together network and my spottily applied fixes and my complete lack of understanding of the security program that it's a wonder that I even get any work done.
I just started doing the stuff that I knew how to do because it was faster than waiting for a professional to get called in. Then things started to snowball, and the next thing you know, I'm the system administrator. For crying out loud, I have almost no network experience and the rest of my knowledge is basically limited to reboot-reformat-reinstall.
So, I'm definitely in the market for a new job when I move. That way there will be no commute and life will be just that much less stressful. Too bad I can't get a stay-at-home copy editing job; that would be awesome.
And, as my mom tells me to keep reminding myself: what the library does with its computers after I leave is NOT my responsibility. I am not beholden to them and their network for the rest of me life.
In other news, still not completely well, but much better. However, since I am technically still sick, I shall use the plague icon. (I seriously need to make some new icons, but I can never think of a good idea.)
I hate my job. But that's not the point. The point is the reason I hate my job, the why. Unfortunately, I don't entirely know why. After roughly an hour of hysterics and emotions with my mother sitting patiently by, I might have narrowed it down a little. (Well, she thinks that my reasons are just excuses to avoid growing up and responsibility, but that doesn't make them any less valid.)
Right now it's the computers. I have so much responsibilities and duties that are tied solely to the computers, and the list just grows every day. But, I don't know as much about computers as it seems like I do; at least not in a business setting.
I spend so much time worrying about my cobbled-together network and my spottily applied fixes and my complete lack of understanding of the security program that it's a wonder that I even get any work done.
I just started doing the stuff that I knew how to do because it was faster than waiting for a professional to get called in. Then things started to snowball, and the next thing you know, I'm the system administrator. For crying out loud, I have almost no network experience and the rest of my knowledge is basically limited to reboot-reformat-reinstall.
So, I'm definitely in the market for a new job when I move. That way there will be no commute and life will be just that much less stressful. Too bad I can't get a stay-at-home copy editing job; that would be awesome.
And, as my mom tells me to keep reminding myself: what the library does with its computers after I leave is NOT my responsibility. I am not beholden to them and their network for the rest of me life.
In other news, still not completely well, but much better. However, since I am technically still sick, I shall use the plague icon. (I seriously need to make some new icons, but I can never think of a good idea.)