Done... Dusted?
Made it through another block of days at work... I don't know when my 'week' starts or finishes any more, so I just look at it in blocks of 2, or 3, or 4, or 5 days - whatever I'm asked to do
And it's probably a bit sad that this is what we've come to... that I no longer take any pleasure, or achievement in the work itself, just go through motions until I can get a day away from the place. I know I should be grateful that I still have a job at all, in these "unprecedented", uncertain times... but I don't feel like that's a situation that should be exploited by changing my weekly schedule on whatever whim occurs to them, making me do whatever menial tasks they feel are beneath them, taking care of all the background admin they're supposed to do, but either can't, or won't, then enduring the comments about performance when I either don't finish their work, or my own, in a 'timely' manner, due to the sheer fucking volume of it that's left to me & the scarcity of time allowed for it...
End of rant...
And it's probably a bit sad that this is what we've come to... that I no longer take any pleasure, or achievement in the work itself, just go through motions until I can get a day away from the place. I know I should be grateful that I still have a job at all, in these "unprecedented", uncertain times... but I don't feel like that's a situation that should be exploited by changing my weekly schedule on whatever whim occurs to them, making me do whatever menial tasks they feel are beneath them, taking care of all the background admin they're supposed to do, but either can't, or won't, then enduring the comments about performance when I either don't finish their work, or my own, in a 'timely' manner, due to the sheer fucking volume of it that's left to me & the scarcity of time allowed for it...
End of rant...