Work Blahs
Nov. 8th, 2005 11:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lenora_roseI left work early today. I'm not sure how much was the screaming horrid
headache (That's the post-Aspirin assessment) and how much morale
meltdown, but I know both were a factor.
The mail came super-late, so I'd already spent most of the morning doing doodly-squat (50-80% of my job depends on the bills, cheques, and etc. in the mail, and today was on the high side of that). Technically, I did have work in front of me, but at 3:30, I said, "If I left right now and left all this to deal with in the morning, at least I'd fucking have something to *do*." (With the possible exception of the placement of the cuss, that's word-for-word.) And really, my head was getting worse. At 3:45, I said "Fuck it"*, though not literally, finished the one last two-minute job it was actually essential that I do before I leave, and left. The wind outside was stinging, and while it cleared my head and seemed to help the ehadache at first, I knew what an hour of it would do, so I caught the bus home.
And instead of reading the Golem's Eye as planned, I ended up rereading Hogfather. I could have sworn none of the Terry Pratchett was really due for a reread.
Here's the funny thing, though. When I came back from VP, Olga told me straight out that if I ever went on an extended leave (Eg, maternity), or quit, to give her a lot of forewarning so she could find another job.
Today, Carrie said, "If you ever get sick of this shit, grab your coat and walk out, I'm grabbing mine, too, because I'm *not* doing your job."
I told Olga that there *is* a reason I'd be considering quitting sometime next year, but if so, the managers would also have at least two months' warning, so they could hire and train a replacement for me (If I'm going back to school, after all, I may possibly have to quit, and may only have to switch to part time.) I didn't tell Carrie even that much, but I did tell her the two months' notice thing.
The job Carrie and Olga does takes up a few more hours of the week than mine, so they're less bored, but it's also a much mre straightforward, less finicky job, that involves a lot less hunting down niggling little numbers, and weird intuitive jumps. I could do most of their job right now, and sometimes I have, and the parts I never learned officially I've seen enough to know I could get the basics down in an hour or two. The reverse is not true. Carrie knows just enough to cover for me for a week without leaving too much mess, and to hate every second of it. Olga doesn't even know that, and has made it clear she doesn't want to.
If one of the managers jumps on me for leaving early, though, I'd be tempted to do the "I quit" thing, and watch their office fall apart. They're basically good guys, but they drag their feet like nobody else I've met.
(On the up side, the Public Library opened today. If I'd felt better, I've have been in today, renewing my card. I *am* compiling a list of research books I want to read, but not own.)
The mail came super-late, so I'd already spent most of the morning doing doodly-squat (50-80% of my job depends on the bills, cheques, and etc. in the mail, and today was on the high side of that). Technically, I did have work in front of me, but at 3:30, I said, "If I left right now and left all this to deal with in the morning, at least I'd fucking have something to *do*." (With the possible exception of the placement of the cuss, that's word-for-word.) And really, my head was getting worse. At 3:45, I said "Fuck it"*, though not literally, finished the one last two-minute job it was actually essential that I do before I leave, and left. The wind outside was stinging, and while it cleared my head and seemed to help the ehadache at first, I knew what an hour of it would do, so I caught the bus home.
And instead of reading the Golem's Eye as planned, I ended up rereading Hogfather. I could have sworn none of the Terry Pratchett was really due for a reread.
Here's the funny thing, though. When I came back from VP, Olga told me straight out that if I ever went on an extended leave (Eg, maternity), or quit, to give her a lot of forewarning so she could find another job.
Today, Carrie said, "If you ever get sick of this shit, grab your coat and walk out, I'm grabbing mine, too, because I'm *not* doing your job."
I told Olga that there *is* a reason I'd be considering quitting sometime next year, but if so, the managers would also have at least two months' warning, so they could hire and train a replacement for me (If I'm going back to school, after all, I may possibly have to quit, and may only have to switch to part time.) I didn't tell Carrie even that much, but I did tell her the two months' notice thing.
The job Carrie and Olga does takes up a few more hours of the week than mine, so they're less bored, but it's also a much mre straightforward, less finicky job, that involves a lot less hunting down niggling little numbers, and weird intuitive jumps. I could do most of their job right now, and sometimes I have, and the parts I never learned officially I've seen enough to know I could get the basics down in an hour or two. The reverse is not true. Carrie knows just enough to cover for me for a week without leaving too much mess, and to hate every second of it. Olga doesn't even know that, and has made it clear she doesn't want to.
If one of the managers jumps on me for leaving early, though, I'd be tempted to do the "I quit" thing, and watch their office fall apart. They're basically good guys, but they drag their feet like nobody else I've met.
(On the up side, the Public Library opened today. If I'd felt better, I've have been in today, renewing my card. I *am* compiling a list of research books I want to read, but not own.)
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Date: 2005-11-09 03:20 pm (UTC)If you get up to the fourth floor anytime soon, stop in and say 'hi' (if you like). Don't know how crazy it will be today, but we'll find out soon...
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