Note To Self
First thing that happens when I get to work on Friday. I know I’m late. I’m sorry I have things to do every morning to guarantee my current situation won’t get stuck farther down in the crapper. The plunger is being taken for granted.
I walk into her office and pretty much if I’m late to work once in the next month I get written up. I expect to be late one of these days coming up. The post office and banks close at all the wrong times. I always use the morning to do what should be done by those without jobs.
I’m already stressed out. I wake up at 7:45am every morning to clean up and get ready. Then every other day there’s always that last moment thing that has to fall down on you like a one ton anvil like in a Hanna-Barbera cartoon. Except it doesn’t fall on me, it rests right in front of my path.
Aaron already quit his job due to the inability to deal with a boss. Of course they’re going to tell you to do things that are impossible. You get your paychecks, so they demand the impossible. I’m the only one being relied on now for car rides to work since Aaron’s transmission is slipping more than two guys in jail fighting over a bar of soap.
I think it’s sad that most people say I work on a computer all day long and it must be easy. No it’s fucking not, excuse my much needed language, but I started my job here to code. I do not want to help maintain the predictive dialer which is basically a dreaded telemarketing system. The software for it is coded in Visual Basic for Muhammad’s sake. I’ve spent days learning something that I’m not interested in. My concentration has severely altered due to new projects being thrown in all the possible directions of a D-pad at me. Mentally, I’ve been screwed by my given assignments.
That’s what jobs are like, stressful, but I do not even feel like a valued employee anymore, I’ve been reduced to something of a maintenance man. There are no more coding projects left for my skill here.
I have put up my resume online because if this goes more and more in the direction it’s going, I will be applying at other places.
I would really love a job working for a Web 2.0 startup or social network. My hobbies mixed with my coding knowledge would be win, win.
Yesterday I decided no more drinking for me. I’m not going to party away my problems anymore. I can have a great time without booze. For now on I’m going to look my problems in their two shallow eyes, kick them in the testicles, and continue on furthering my life for the positive.
I need to get in shape. I have one meal a day and I have no urge to do any outside activities. Maybe my activeness has been reduced by stress, but I will be going to the YMCA tonight to work out for a few hours. Hopefully those endorphins will kick in.
I also might apply for a weekend job at McDonald’s. Money never killed anyone, but it can create one hell of a paper cut. Money is also amazing when you’re scraping with bare minimum.
Note to self: look at the ultra bright side.
April 23rd, 2007 at 2:57 pm
Do they really use soap in jails? I thought it was just a gimmick…
/I get up at 7.. see if you can live through that for next month.
//the dialer suxors. my job kind of blew up in scope too. consider it “an expanded horizon” whatever the fuck that is… (I hear it looks good on a resume)
///which reminds me.. I have to put together a resume for my capstone class and I’m thinking o completely rebuilding mine instead of working with that piece-of-shit template.
////the bright side: you have a job, you have a car, you have an apartment. I’m only 2 outa 3 there.
/////slasheys are the best!