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Dec. 5th, 2005 12:26 pmI had intensions of taking today off, after not getting much sleep over the weekend. The car still needs to be unpacked and the tent cleaned and put away. All the normal weekend chores need doing as well, plus Alex is home feeling unwell (he caught my sinus bug). I forgot to organise the day off work though, and no-one was around to grant me permission to stay home. I only worked 2 days last week for various reasons, so an attack of conscience saw me get up and go to work.
Now I'm at work, and I'm tired and cranky.
Now that I've got a new contract, I'm all shitty about my job again. Trying to find the time and motivation to apply for other stuff when I'm worn out and super-busy. All I really want is for everything to stop for a while so I can catch my breath. Every weekend is busy lately and I don't have time for anything, let alone the will to spend my precious spare time answering selection criteria. 5000 word job applications are a load of shit. Jobs are advertised for 2 weeks tops, and in that time you have to write a major essay, which is stressful enough, then the interviews require preperation (give a presentation on...), and then I don't get the jobs I want anyway. *cries* I find it very hard to deal with the whole business. To get out of the job I'm in takes so much time and investment, then when nothing comes of it and you go through the smae process again and again...
...so I'm still here, and while it's better than unemployment, the problems endemic in my unit frustrate me endlessly and I underperform, spending work hours updating LJ.
I've been trying to get the phone situation sorted. My phone was insured, so I should be able to claim the loss and get a new one. The claim process involves jumping through bureaurcatic hoops. I need a police report to state that I reported my phone lost (!?! who calls the police when they lose a phone? Isn't the airport lost & found good enough?). The police (when I finally get hold of them, because the electronic phone system at the local station keeps transferring calls to a dead line - grrrr) tell me I have to go in to the station in person to report the phone as lost before they can do anything. So I'm going to have to get Alex to drive me to the bloody police station in Brisbane to report a phone lost in Sydney, then provide the paperwork to Optus and wait for the claim to be approved, just so I can get another shitty phone.
Seriously, our society is not set up to deal with full-time workers. It's still set to run with the man being at work and the little woman running around to get things done (guess who's been trying to get to a bank for the last 3 weeks?). I work flex-time and I still struggle with it!
So, as if I wasn't in a shitty enough mood already, we're getting a heat wave (37oC), the anti-dissent(terror) legislation passwed, the Industrial Relations bill will be passed by the end of the year, VSU is being pushed through, scientists have evidence that the Gulf Stream current had weakened substantially and I'm still sick.
Screw work. I want to go home.
Now I'm at work, and I'm tired and cranky.
Now that I've got a new contract, I'm all shitty about my job again. Trying to find the time and motivation to apply for other stuff when I'm worn out and super-busy. All I really want is for everything to stop for a while so I can catch my breath. Every weekend is busy lately and I don't have time for anything, let alone the will to spend my precious spare time answering selection criteria. 5000 word job applications are a load of shit. Jobs are advertised for 2 weeks tops, and in that time you have to write a major essay, which is stressful enough, then the interviews require preperation (give a presentation on...), and then I don't get the jobs I want anyway. *cries* I find it very hard to deal with the whole business. To get out of the job I'm in takes so much time and investment, then when nothing comes of it and you go through the smae process again and again...
...so I'm still here, and while it's better than unemployment, the problems endemic in my unit frustrate me endlessly and I underperform, spending work hours updating LJ.
I've been trying to get the phone situation sorted. My phone was insured, so I should be able to claim the loss and get a new one. The claim process involves jumping through bureaurcatic hoops. I need a police report to state that I reported my phone lost (!?! who calls the police when they lose a phone? Isn't the airport lost & found good enough?). The police (when I finally get hold of them, because the electronic phone system at the local station keeps transferring calls to a dead line - grrrr) tell me I have to go in to the station in person to report the phone as lost before they can do anything. So I'm going to have to get Alex to drive me to the bloody police station in Brisbane to report a phone lost in Sydney, then provide the paperwork to Optus and wait for the claim to be approved, just so I can get another shitty phone.
Seriously, our society is not set up to deal with full-time workers. It's still set to run with the man being at work and the little woman running around to get things done (guess who's been trying to get to a bank for the last 3 weeks?). I work flex-time and I still struggle with it!
So, as if I wasn't in a shitty enough mood already, we're getting a heat wave (37oC), the anti-dissent(terror) legislation passwed, the Industrial Relations bill will be passed by the end of the year, VSU is being pushed through, scientists have evidence that the Gulf Stream current had weakened substantially and I'm still sick.
Screw work. I want to go home.
