Work-a-day blues
It's 8:52AM, Central Standard Time here in Chicago Illinois. At least that's what the clock said when I began to write. I'm at work... well, my physical location is at my job but I'm not actually working on anything. You may be thinking that it must be a slow day here, but that isn't true. I have two live jobs to work on, one due tomorrow and the other due Friday. They aren't even all that near to completion ... then why am I taking time out to waste sending a scrawl of text across the screen? Well, that my friends is Bureaucracy.
Back in the day, you may remember I started with this company as a temp-to-perm doing monkey work, then was eventually hired on into a part time position, then on to full time. The senior programmer here in the dungeon is retiring come June and I am slated to take his place, training in the ancient art of data capture each day from Noon or 1pm until home-going time. The first half of my day is spent performing the duties I learned as a temp and subsequently as a part-time slave to this estrogen infused company.
So ... needless to say that I have a lot to do, it's just that I don't have anything to do right now. I mentioned the live jobs that are due this week, but I'm not allowed to work on those until after noon which is about the time our outside vendors will be sending data in serious need of processing and my morning supervisor will roll her high-backed office chair over to ask me to perform some task or another with, to, or on this data. I know what you're thinking, and you're right - it is very difficult to pull myself out of the bed each morning in order to ride the train to the loop and arrive at 8AM for this. Hold on, I'll be right back.
Went down to McDonalds for a #4 Breakfast. Thanks for waiting on me. I like to eat the Sausage Egg Biscuit one layer at a time with a plastic knife and fork ... there is never any hurry after all. People tell me that they are jealous that I can eat anything I want and be thin, but I don't see it that way. I guess anyone who has skipped or missed as many meals as I have is just glad to have something to eat ... regardless of its nutritional value.
Myspace has been restricted from the work computers now, which makes me sad, but there's always messenger.