The Importance of Being Idle

Automatic For The People

Ah, the fun of being back at work. It never begins, it really doesn't. I was especially disappointed to discover that despite Mr Fowler's threats to devestate the building, he'd done no such thing and I had to go back to work. Today was particularly hard having been away for a while, and it wasn't until late in the afternoon that I was finally back in the swing of things (not that I really want to be, but I guess I have to be).
With us both seriously disliking our jobs at the moment it's difficult for us to have a happy house, although snuggling down last night to watch a few episodes of Buffy and just forget everything was nice. I think that's gonna be the way of things around here for a while, just trying to get by and pretending that the outside world doesn't exist. It probably isn't the ideal way to live life, but I don't know how else to get by; I certainly don't want our jobs to over shadow every other aspect of our lives, as they seem to be doing at the moment.
Interestingly we were talking about cats today, and how some of us like them more than we like people and it occured to me that maybe I should be thinking about moving in an animal protection sort of direction. I'm not sure how my skills would fit in, but it's an idea, a direction, a place to look. All I know is that I can't keep doing what I'm doing now; it's driving me insane. It's weird though, it's not like it's a hard job 'cos it most certainly isn't. What it is however is poorly paid, over pressurised and utterly thankless; I particularly liked it when the email came round this afternoon asking for people to "help" by doing a few hours of overtime. It was widely mocked by the call centre staff who are increasingly rebellious (especially after Alex was forced out last week; he had the temerity to ask for a day off and was told that this was an unreasonable request. He walked out and hasn't come back since - I only wish I had the balls to do the same). Not gonna happen again, I've "helped" the company out before and I remember what the response was when I needed some help; I was told in no uncertain terms that I can get fucked. Well, two can play at that game can't they?
Still, I'm home now, and Shaz will be soon, so we can enjoy an evening of messing about, eating chocolate and watching TV. Good for us!
Oh yeah, and my favourite call of the day; the bloke who refused to call our Cardiff office for info on his annuity, insisting that he'd "chosen the correct option, so you must deal with my enquiry" despite the fact that not only had he not chosen the correct option, he'd not called the correct office, or indeed the correct country! He's what you call "challenging", in Diligenta speak, or "retarded" if you're actually working on the call centre and having to deal with him...

posted by BadMonkey @ 6:35 PM