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Looking back over the years, I realize I’ve reached the months of the year where I absolutely loath my job. My company is one of those huge ocean liners that never turn on a dime and think they are just on the cutting edge of things.
We constantly are bombarded by emails, posters, and cheery phone messages saying how wonderful our company is to work for and how much money they are raking in. But if you work for a large corporation, you know where this rant is going to end up.
It’s justify-your-job-time yet once again. It’s that lovely time of year where you have to come up with ways for them to prove to you and their managers that they have good little workers and they deserve all the credit for making them that way!
I do like working for Large Company. It’s nice, friendly, and pays me okay. It gives me health benies and lovely lots of paid vacation. But 2 months out of the year I hate Large Company for making me think about how little of a raise I’m going to get and just how darn grateful I should feel.
“You want more gruel?” “Yes please.” “Here it is and that will be a pound of flesh if you dont mind”..
Meanwhile, smothering me under emails, cheery posters, and frickin’ phone calls……
Argh!
Today is my birthday. Happy Birthday me.
I took off work to celebrate. Got gloomy almost immediately as a crisis at work took the morning and the weather was downright ugly. But as I sat there fighting through the issues, I gazed outside. Even if Mother Nature was pouting, she sure was putting on a show. The fall leaves were in full change. The sky was an angry scudding backdrop while all colors flew by the windows. Acorns pelted off the roof and squirrels were holding on for dear life.
I grabbed my camera and made for the outdoors. I couldn’t capture all the colors that were around me. My hair was flying into the picture. But I didn’t care. The wind was exhilarating. The sky was beautiful. The sun was popping in and out of the cloud cover causing the reds and greens to glow.
Then it dawned on me. I was damn lucky to live where I do. I have a beautiful home on 5 gorgeous wooded acres. The sheer joy of being alive overwhelmed me.
Happy Birthday me.
The office is alive with whispers. People at every corner of the cube farm discussing the latest buzz. We get to work from home! You have to understand that my company is not an IT company. They believe in face-to-face interactions. People not in the office are no longer necessary. But the new CIO, decided that this should be an option and now.
The kicker is that you loose your cube and you have to work out of the office at least 3 days. They are still working out details like what they will pay for and what happens to your office phone, mail, supplies, timecards, expense reports, and all that jazz.
You can imagine the office is quite in a twitter. I’m okay working from home. But I find I’m one of those people that needs interaction, drive-bys, and just noise of humanity to work. I get a little too paranoid when left to my own self. I also don’t seem to know when to stop working. And darnit the laundry fits right into my schedule. Run something on a server and change a load from the washer to dryer.
Some managers won’t even admit there is the possibility. Others tell their people horror stories and then ask. My boss just forgot and then said he needed a decision yesterday. But I finally have my window seat! But if I worked from home, I could have my window seat and not have to get dressed till noon. And have a door to close… tempting tempting…
Ciao
Well the weekend was over too soon. Would have been a better one if I hadn’t been shot out of bed, waking up standing, talking on my cell phone. I have got to change that ringer. What started out as a funny to myself is incredibly annoying in the wee hours of the morn.
4:30 am in the f’in morning is no time for beast or man. Especially being asked technical questions on a bridge call. My nice gene must have still been in bed, cause I was having none of the ‘sooth the enduser’ crap I usually spout. I distinctly remember a moment of silence after a very simple blunt (still polite) explanation came rolling out of my mouth.
Well here it is Monday and no pink slip, no thank you, but all working systems.
Attempted to see if my leather purse could hold water. It does. About two inches worth and never sprang a leak. Thanks to the interrupted sleep yesterday, I overslept, missed the recycling guys and somehow had a bottle of water poured into my purse.
Good Morning, Monday.
ciao
The more things change, the more they stay the same. Still here, still missing my deadlines, and still feeling completely overwhelmed by life. New employee starting in a week. He will be working for me without ‘working for me’. He answers to my boss, but answers to me for his work. I have a weird sense of excitement mixed with trepidation as his start date looms ever nearer. He came recommended to me and now that I’ve met and gotten him hired, I wonder if my judgment of people will be proven correct.
He’s quick, intelligent, and cute. But rumor has it he has a temper. We will see. But now I find myself trying to get his cube ready, making sure he has what he needs, and getting him a computer. None of which are my responsibility. It’s almost like going on a date. You want to make a good impression. I mean I will have to work with this person most of my day here at work and I’d like that to be a good thing.
I find myself going back and forth. Happy to have help but paranoid enough to wonder if he will replace me… Geez…
Ciao
Thoughts of an Old Fart 