If for some reason the picture isn’t visible, it’s Edvard Munch’s The Scream, which is a pretty accurate depiction of the state I found myself occupying most of the day yesterday (Friday). A friend attributed it to a caffeine-induced state of edginess. Which is entirely possible, yet I’m choosing to blame it on other
I always look forward to Fridays, mostly because it is the end of my work week and co-workers are generally in a good mood and even light-hearted and fun to be around. I don’t know what was up everyone’s collective butt yesterday, but by the end of the day I was ready to sprint out of there like a bat out of hell.
Number One Irritant, we will call “M.” M. tends to be a whiner
8 hours a day often. Yesterday she was assigned to perform a job she doesn’t normally do. This required her to relocate her work station to an isolated part of the room where she found herself with no one to whine talk to. Then at break time, instead of enjoying the opportunity to whine socialize, what did she do but whine for 15 minutes aboot not having anyone to whine talk to all day.
Number Two Irritant involves the constant barrage of visitors to my desk. For some reason people seem to think I have cool stuff on my desk and are forever picking things up, inspecting them and putting them back in unconvenient places. I have spent hours and days working out a system that works for me and is still within the rules to help me do my job consistently and in the most efficient way possible. It may not be the way everyone else performs but it is, as I said, within guidelines. People are fascinated evidentally, with what is different, the way people flocked to see the “freaks” in days of old at carnivals. As a result, my desk seems to be a gathering place at regular intervals throughout the day. After a point, I try to cut down on the
wildly-entertaining wit and humor friendly conversation to discourage visitation. Sometimes it works, sometimes not. Keep in mind that a typical day for me consists of me inserting ear buds from the time I get to my desk, removing them ideally, only at break times, lunch and at the end of the day. Unideally, it is every five minutes to answer questions, pick up someone else’s slack or listen to a PA announcement. Which brings me to Irritant Number Three. Which is this:
Among the thousands of pages announced in the course of a day for a myriad of reasons, there are the outside calls which resonate, let’s say 4, 5, 6+ times a day for people which are obviously not business or even job-related. You and I both know that these calls are from inept baby-sitters who are calling to report that Junior has once again ripped the
dog a new asshole wallpaper off the wall or immersed the toaster in the baby’s bath. The worker (a mother in most cases) must stop her job and counsel/mediate/instruct the caregiver in the complicated steps of childcare and then come back to work and whine and bitch about the babysitter for an hour and a half. Don’t get me wrong, I sympathize with young mothers who must work and manage their lives around young children not yet old enough to be entertained by school teachers but come on, find someone responsible and resourceful with half a brain to care for the kiddies.
Needless to say, I’m enjoying the hell out of my Saturday. Rain and all…