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[mood| 
exanimate]
[music| Bright Eyes]
This whole working for a living thing? It fucking sucks.
I am so over office life that it's not even funny. This place gets worse and worse every year. It's gotten to a point where I don't even give a shit if I don't look busy; I can only ask every person on the admin team if they have something for me to do so many times before it starts to get obnoxious and they tell me to go away. I swear if Wendi tells me one more time that I need to be more "proactive" in finding something to do with my time there then I'll hit her. It's so obvious to me that she doesn't want me around; I'm assuming that it's because she wants her teenage daughter in my position, and that's why she didn't hire me in the first place.
Covering reception is probably the only thing that doesn't drive me insane in the whole office, but that being said, Kirsten has taken it upon herself to have me start covering the 4-5pm shift when she knows I get off work at 4. So does this mean I'll be getting paid overtime for the last hour? Does this mean I'll even be getting paid at all for that hour??? I also sent her a note saying that I couldn't cover reception at all on a certain day because I will be attending company "respectful workplace" training from 1 until 4pm at a different office building, and she said she had to rework the schedule and would rearrange it for me (as this is her responsibility). So I recieved the ammended schedule today... I am now scheduled to work not only the 4-5 shift but also noon until 1. When I mentioned it to her, she asked me if I could find somebody to cover for me, and if I couldn't, then I'd just have to come anyway. How am I supposed to be on reception when I have to take the 15 minute walk to the BC Hydro building for a manditory training session?
Is it just me, or perhaps everyone in the office should be taking this respectful workplace training? I don't mind doing all of the crappy work in the office, but I do mind being treated like I don't matter at all.
Ruben got us tickets to see Bright Eyes last night and I think we had an all around good time, despite the somewhat gloomy weather and overabundance of lame fuckers at the show. I saw a coworker there and was momentarily embarassed, until I realized that he must've paid to get in. We went back to Ruben's place after, listened to some records, then his parents came home and told us about eatin' grits in Saawwth Carahlaaahna...
exanimate]
[music| Bright Eyes]
This whole working for a living thing? It fucking sucks.
I am so over office life that it's not even funny. This place gets worse and worse every year. It's gotten to a point where I don't even give a shit if I don't look busy; I can only ask every person on the admin team if they have something for me to do so many times before it starts to get obnoxious and they tell me to go away. I swear if Wendi tells me one more time that I need to be more "proactive" in finding something to do with my time there then I'll hit her. It's so obvious to me that she doesn't want me around; I'm assuming that it's because she wants her teenage daughter in my position, and that's why she didn't hire me in the first place.
Covering reception is probably the only thing that doesn't drive me insane in the whole office, but that being said, Kirsten has taken it upon herself to have me start covering the 4-5pm shift when she knows I get off work at 4. So does this mean I'll be getting paid overtime for the last hour? Does this mean I'll even be getting paid at all for that hour??? I also sent her a note saying that I couldn't cover reception at all on a certain day because I will be attending company "respectful workplace" training from 1 until 4pm at a different office building, and she said she had to rework the schedule and would rearrange it for me (as this is her responsibility). So I recieved the ammended schedule today... I am now scheduled to work not only the 4-5 shift but also noon until 1. When I mentioned it to her, she asked me if I could find somebody to cover for me, and if I couldn't, then I'd just have to come anyway. How am I supposed to be on reception when I have to take the 15 minute walk to the BC Hydro building for a manditory training session?
Is it just me, or perhaps everyone in the office should be taking this respectful workplace training? I don't mind doing all of the crappy work in the office, but I do mind being treated like I don't matter at all.
Ruben got us tickets to see Bright Eyes last night and I think we had an all around good time, despite the somewhat gloomy weather and overabundance of lame fuckers at the show. I saw a coworker there and was momentarily embarassed, until I realized that he must've paid to get in. We went back to Ruben's place after, listened to some records, then his parents came home and told us about eatin' grits in Saawwth Carahlaaahna...