I had the biweekly chat with my supervisor, who adores stats and showing me the numbers that track my work status every moment of the day and how they double check that against activity in other parts of the system. I deeply resent being tracked, and I hate being reported on. My supervisor is fairly clueless about people, and he sees no problem about telling me that my co-workers watch what I do and report their findings. No, I'm not the most nose-to-the-grindstone person and I can tighten that up, but having office spies angers me. I see people sliding through some loopholes, but they do their work, and it would never occur to me to tattle.
All this makes me second-guess everything I do and look at my work neighbors suspiciously. And keep private track of the status of certain of my co-workers and smirk to myself when I see they've messed up, but I don't say anything.
I was asked why it takes me so long to get to actual work at the beginning of the shift, and I said I'm setting up all the tools. It was suggested I came in earlier to do that, I took a deep breath and said, "I dislike working for free." He looked surprised: "If you come in five minutes early to set things up--really set things up--that counts as work and you should be paid for it." Which is the first time I've heard that.
I would probably suck so hard working in a normal office.
Over the course of my workday, I have done two mail merges for church, and I feel great about it! Mostly because I was just adding first names into a letter, not the whole address, AND someone else put the data into a spreadsheet, so it was pretty easy, but I'm glad that mail merge is even more straightforward than I remember.
Jesse, for your amusement, in the early days of mail merge, when people didn't really understand how it worked things could get ... odd. My personal favorite was a personalized letter to the (something) Church of Christ that began, "Dear Mr. Christ".
My work provided flu shot is scheduled for Yom Kippur. Sigh.Guess I'd better get myself over to Kaiser on my own.
Seriously? That's ridiculous.
Tiny bit early, but it's the weekend (here) and right after it the holiday: Shana tova, Jewistas! May we all be awesome as we need and want to be this year, with lots of health and laughter.
Shana tova, Shir!
I'm here. Bit overwhelmed with eldest son shenanigans. Would try and put it into words, but that may serve to make it more real than it already is.
Jesse, for your amusement, in the early days of mail merge, when people didn't really understand how it worked things could get ... odd. My personal favorite was a personalized letter to the (something) Church of Christ that began, "Dear Mr. Christ".
I'm sure that still happens!
Uh oh, Laura. Best thoughts to all of you.
