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August 12th, 2005

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11:19 pm - Woof
Had a moment of crisis at work last night. (Thursday night, for those of you playing along at home.) I took all of my required breaks and spent most of them considering what I would do for money if I went back from by break and just said, "Fuck it. I quit."

And it wasn't like work was particularly horrible. It was just the combination of the heavy work load (which I normally enjoy), my recent health woes and the increasing micro-management.

On Monday, after being out of work for a week, I took my lunch break. Now, you have to remember, I have been chastised for not taking lunch breaks. I have been told in no uncertain terms that I must punch out and leave my desk for a half hour in the middle of my shift. It's for my own good, you see.

Well, there I am in the lunch room, flipping through a magazine that deserved to be in a doctor's office when one of my co-workers approaches me. "I need to bother you on your break," she says.

Well, no.

If this had been last year and I was munching on a sandwich at my desk or something and someone needed a spot of help, I'd be the first one pitching in. But here I sit, not being paid because management believes that working straight through my shift isn't healthy for me. So I refuse. Minor drama ensues.

On top of that throw the "stay off the Internet" messages, the dress code messages and every other little bit of nagging for no particular reason. Also include a heavy dose of poor sleep.

As I sat in my car during my lunch break last night (effectively solving that bothering me while off the clock problem) I seriously thought of just driving home and going to bed. If I could make enough to pay the mortgage in some other fashion I would jump at the chance.

I guess this means I should do some polishing of the old resume and start seriously looking at the job listings. Part of me feels too old to be starting from scratch again.
Current Mood: gloomygloomy

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Date:August 13th, 2005 06:46 am (UTC)
Ugh. I don't get why Merrill feels the need to have such stupidly assinine standards.

The dress code. NO ONE SEES US! EVER! And especially when you work at night, you feel less motivated to be in business-type clothing.

The lunch break thing. Especially on the nights when they'd bring us food. They'd say "You wasted enough time standing in line for this lasagne - eat it at your desks while working." And then if you don't take a lunch (even if you don't try to get paid the extra half an hour) they ride your ass!

The internet thing. I'm sorry, but there can be DAYS with literally nothing to do. And so we should do... what exactly?

Yeah. Sorry to hear things suck - I hope things get cheerier!
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Date:August 13th, 2005 07:31 am (UTC)
Exactly. The hypocrisy of the rules is a constant nagging ache.

I'm hoping this is mostly a phase I'm going through, but I'll be looking for cheerier venues as well.
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Date:August 13th, 2005 05:44 pm (UTC)
Fret Not. Dig a cave instead!

A Cave Beneath My Cube

Got a desk job in an office park
I’ve stuck it out since ninety-two
Through many changes in the management
No one’s sure just what I do

I have my duties and I get them done
But no one watches over me
If I don’t get caught doing nothing
They’ll keep me on - they’ll let me be

But I get tired of the Internet
And changing screens when I hear feet
I've played a million games of solitaire
When all I'd like to do is sleep

(So) I go to work on nights and weekends
So none can witness what I do
Beneath my desk I pulled the rug back
I'm digging out a cave beneath my cube

Someday soon I’ll have it nice here
A lava lamp, a waterbed
When I tire of playing minesweeper
I'll slip on down and rest my head

I go to work on nights and weekends
So none can witness what I do
I’m through cement I’m down to dirt now
I'm digging out a cave beneath my cube

I go to work on nights and weekends
So none can witness what I do
I’m hauling dirt out to the dumpster
I'm digging out a cave beneath my cube
Digging out a cave beneath my cube
I’m digging, digging out a cave beneath my –

grokked from:
Auto Body Experience—lyrics copyright © 2005
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Date:August 13th, 2005 11:10 pm (UTC)

Looking for new work

Repeat after me: It is never too late, it is never too late, it is never too late.
See how much better you feel? Now go dust off that resume.

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