Friday, April 28, 2006
Work sucks and then you die
Long story.
Synopsis: certain people at the office are knobs. I'm starting to despise them.
The bubble has most definitely burst.
They have the personal skills of a psychopathic neanderthals and the subtlety of a brick.
I mean really... get hauled into a boardroom for a 'review' with 2 of my managers. It started off well, everyone's happy with my work, all very thorough etc.
Then suddenly,BANG it all goes tits up and I'm being reprimanded because a) I read a frigging newspaper when I get to the office b) I take my full hour for lunch and c) am 'laid back'.
W T F? To get utterly bollocked because I'm not a stress bunny? Sorry, but I thought a cool head was an asset? Forget the fact that I've only had a couple of weeks of training before I was thrown in the deep end, and that just minutes ago they confirmed that I'm ahead of the standard on their training curve, and have been complimented on my handling of tasks that new starters normally only tackle after 5-6 months.
Oh NoooooOOooo. I just get "I'm worried we're seeing your true colours and we're concerned" WTF is that supposed to mean?
I can get what they're trying to say re: the papers and lunch hours ("You'll notice I only take lunch on Wednesdays"), but the thing is this: the level of work we have in at the moment simply does not justify me rushing to the office early so I can get cracking on something. If things are busy I have absolutely no problem with putting in extra hours to stay on top of things.... but what's the point if I have nothing to do??? Shall I turbo my way into the office so I can do an inventory of my stationery drawer? If I'm there reading and the phone goes nuts, I still answer it, you know?
"We notice that you've sitting at your desk reading during lunch for the whole hour" was another peach. WTF is that all about? Its my lunch hour ferchrissakes!! Would it be better if i buggered off to sit outside in the sun for the hour? Am I not supposed to have a break? Again, I could understand the reasoning if the level of work was there to justify it.
AARGH it's really working on my mind. The more I think about it, the more it sticks in my gizzard, the more it gets my hackles up. When it happened I was to flabbergasted to respond coherently, but now..... grrRRRRrr.
So much so that I'm tempted to tell them to shove it and hit the road again. Almost.
But dammit, I like money too much-- and they have it.
We have another little menage-a-trois scheduled for 6 weeks time. So, I'm biting my tongue and am aiming to become super-suit. To be fair, I have been using training as a bit of an excuse and there are some things I should have paid more attention to, and I freely admit that. But their clumsy and heavy-handed approach to the issues they wanted to discuss has left a decidedly bad taste in my mouth, one that might take me a goodly while to rinse out.
......Personally, I don't think they're ready for the undiluted version of me yet.
They might be rather surprised next week.
Arte et labore.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Early present!!!!Whooooooohoooo!
Early birthday present from the missus!!
Ain't it a beauty eh??
I can only imagine how happy our neighbours are now that they've discovered my ability to subsitute enthusiasm for talent when it comes to strumming! Mwaaahahaaa
But no, I am determined to master the beastie. I've been working at it already. >:)
I stumbled across this story accidentally today, and have been hooked.
I've started reading through his journal entries, and man, so many of his comments ring true for me. I reckon I'm going to while away a good few lunch hours whittling my way through them.
What an awesome idea though.
Let's face it though, its not something that would really have the same gravitas in the UK. Land's End to John O' Groats is hardly on the same scale as walking from LA to NYC.. . if those oddball tree-huggers could do it naked, anyone can.
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Tomato Tomatoe
It's come to my attention that I might be spending too much time on the 'net. Either that or my mind might, just might, spend too much time in the gutter.
Or both.
The office. Three women gabbing away, yours truly pecking at his keyboard listlessly in the 10 minute countdown to hometime.
"What are you doing this weekend?" says one wimmin.
"Myself and two friends are going to have a nice facial." comes the reply.
"Bloody hell!" mutters me, looking at wimmin no.2 in a new light. Long seconds pass before it clicks that their facial and my facial are two totally different things.
The good bit is, if you know what I'm on about, then I'm not as weird or without hope as I feared I might be. Phew.
If you don't, well, good for you. You're obviously a better person than me.
Unless you're being tempted to google it right now.
Monday, April 17, 2006
Bring me a bucket
And so, that was Easter.Godammit, I was trying to avoid sweets and chocolates this year. Pffffttt! So much for that idea.
Did lots of nothing (unless you count eating anything that wasn't moving fast enough), watching DVD's and none of this. A special mention goes to the fabulous Easter lunch whipped up by the missus.. as usual, more food than the 7 of us could ever eat, topped off with a gratuitously OTT dessert. Phweeee... man, it was good. Hooray for dead lambs!
The net result is that I'm launching into the two week countdown to my birthday feeling like my gut is going to go around corners 10 seconds before the rest of me.
It's the same feeling you get when you wake up after a night in the company of cheap alcohol. You know, the "I'll never drink again" syndrome.
So, it's back to being anal about my dietary habits until I regain some equilibrium (top movie that, btw. Gun kata rocks) around my middle bits. Still, sites like this do give me hope.
Chocolate. Urgh. Never again.
Saturday, April 15, 2006
I say!
Huzzah!!One received an utterly bland looking brown envelope in the post this morning; however, one was rather pleased to read the missive it contained.
Rather.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
W T F ?
Somebody asked me online the other day what the abbreviation " W.T.F " stood for.
I've always felt that a picture is worth a thousand words... all I can say, looking at that prime A-Grade fucktard, is WTF !?
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Bunnies taste good.
After being bombarded with chocolate eggs since just after New Year's, Easter is eventually looming on the horizon.
Almost time for the Great Herd to shamble to the trough and start devouring a few thousand tons of cheap chocolate confectionaries. After all, it is Easter and as everyone knows, Jesus was actually helped off the cross by an army of chocolate chickens and rabbits (who had, in a cunning stroke of genius, covered themselves in tinfoil so they could blend in with the roman soldiers on duty).
It irks me how Easter seems to have been hijacked somewhere along the line and turned into something tacky and cheap. True, everyone has their own take on what it's about, but how the hell did it go from that to seeing how many eggs little Timmy can stuff in his mouth before puking them up over the couch?
As a kid, having grown up as a Christian, Easter was first and formost a religious holiday. It was only after going to church (and behaving impeccably) that we were allowed out on an easter egg hunt. Try that these days you'd probably be arrested & charged with infringing Timmy's human right to be an immoral, mindless glutton.
Thanks to the wonderful climate in South Africa, easter egg hunts were by neccesity conducted a high speed and involved eggs in tinfoil. Its not fun finding an egg that's been basking in the African sun for an hour; however if you did, the tinfoil was invaluable in preventing you from eating a doggy landmine.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
My London 1
These are all pics I've snapped either on my way to work, or walking about during lunch.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
I like it..
I like my new camera. It's super spiffy.
As you can see, Little White Dog likes it too.
I've been snapping pictures of everything. Hey, it's the best way to test it, plus, it's digital so who cares? Its not like I have to pay for developing any of the pics :)
It's ready for action as soon as you power it up, the picture quality is excellent, it's fast, and simple to use. Watch this space for lots of "This is my London" blurbs in the near future...
Monday, April 03, 2006
Retail therapy
today was not a nice day.
there wasn't enough coffee on this ratty little island to make me a nice person.
i made a wee little fuck up at work, nothing irretrievable but enough to make me feel incredibly stupid the entire day. and paranoid of course, since i am technically on probation.
added on top like some sort of obscene psychological cherry was a general feeling of abandonment and "lostness" since no onle actually sits next to me these days, so i can't simply ask a question when i get stuck on a task. no, i have to get up, walk around a bank of desks and do the whole "please effendi, i'm sorry to disturb you, but...." routine every time.
argh.
so after work i did a little shopping.
gadget shopping.
and i do feel better :) especially when rounded off with sossies & mash for dinner! It's enough to make me use punctuation again.
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