Showing posts with label Work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Work. Show all posts

Monday, April 09, 2007

In Transit

One of the perils of a desk-bound job is that I'm most disinclined to be in front of the PC again after a long day at work. By the end of the day, I usually feel like I'm going blind. This is from working on a PC that dates as least as far back as 2002, with a 14-inch CRT monitor. Who uses that now anyway?

It explains why I've been away for so long. All my thoughts of what to share are usually long gone by the end of the day, my brain cells squeezed dry by that administrative work. But I also feel that I'm finally getting into the swing of things after one month - for better or worse.

I just discovered today that another colleague of mine has been on the job less than 2 years. What kind of place is it, that only the directors have been there for any length of time? And they wonder why people leave. Being here now almost makes me appreciate civil service - definitely the more disciplined and organized part. I'm not staying long either.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Sunday Night Blues

I just started work on Thu, and I've already got the Sunday night blues. That sick feeling in the stomach, that tired feeling that surrounds you, when you know you got to work again the next day. I know, it's too early to be feeling it, but it's not fun having to work on Saturdays. Especially after not having to do it for 3 years, except for the rare occasions.

Having said that, I'm happy to have a routine back. At least, there is something to plan around. I'm just not so sure about the place. First, the whole world tells me the place is not a good place to be at. Then, it sounds like the unit gets all the crap work the other units should do but wouldn't do. Third, everyone there who's been there long enough is leaving. Except for the lady on maternity leave, the people there who aren't leaving yet, have all been there less than a year. All of which are very bad signs, reminiscent of the first place that I was in.

The ultimate bad sign was surely my boss coming over and telling me I can't listen to the Walkman at work. I only plugged in one of the earphones and was disturbing no one. I felt like I was going to go bonkers, with the tedious work that the department does, and the fact that people hardly chitchats because she can't work when it's noisy. No wonder people are leaving.