Typical . . .

What is your first impression of the 'office bitch' or bottom feeder in an office setting?

Small little, blah looking cubical with only the smallest plant to bring in any sense of life, piles of papers on every inch of desk space, and piles of boxes filing up all the floor space?  Then the sad little office worker with messy hair from all the scratching of the head in confusion and stress, untucked shirt and laces that have come undone?

Yeah,

that's me today.

*ten four good buddy*

02:14 - Wednesday, September 5, 2007 - comments {0} - post comment

And life goes on...

I'm craving bubble tea. 
For those of you that don't know what bubble tea is, it's a mixture of flavoured teas (there's usually a menu full of crazy, fruity flavours) that's shaken up in a machine, then poured into a plastic 'slurpiee' cup along with balls of tapioca or rectagular pieces of coconut jellies. 
I hear they're pretty healthy for you cause they're made with tea instead of juice.

But anyways... i want one.  I may walk down to get one today after work. 

I'm the first one in the office this morning.  It's strange.  I've never been the first, let alone only person here.  It's actually more comfortable than when there ARE people around.  There's one less and one more person in the office this week. 

One of the cute guys left.  He got a better job in a better office doing better things and getting better pay.  Not that the grass is greener type thing... but upward is greener.

I haven't met the new guy yet.  All I know is that he's contracted (as in not strictly a government worker) and he's not cute.  At least not what i hear from my coworkers.  And I even got to see his contract.  He's getting paid WAY too much.  You could say that they pay me less for doing more than this guy.  But i guess that's how it goes as you get higher (except if you're in management... ewwww).

I've taken to being quite lazy these days.  But it's not that my work is getting boring... it's that i'm getting tired all the time.  For no apparent reason.  For example, just now, i was taking a bite of carrot and had the urge to slip under my desk to take a nap for the rest of the day.  My eye lids are always heavy when i'm here.  Yet the minute i step outside, BAM (as Emeral would say) i'm awake.  There must be something in the air conditioning . . .

I'm convinced that my neighbours are spies.  Like, oldschool, torture room in the basement, Russian ties, speaking foreign languages and shifty eyes kind of spies.  AKA the bad kind.  The woman introduced herself to us on monday (Labour Day), but i can't for the life of me remember her name.  She must have used some crazy spy mind trick on me that made me forget the details of our conversation.
And the minute we step outside, they rush inside.  It's like they don't want us to hear what they're saying. 
To make things even more suspicious, they dress funny.  Like Bohemians.  Or Bohemians mixed with a little 'red-light' district in France... and hippy.  They'd get along great with my parent's neighbours.

Or maybe they're aliens!  Child eating, body snatching aliens.  They moved into a house close to a school so that they can lour kids into their house while they're on their way home, and pretend then suggest that they got obducted on their way home along the highway, or that they must have fell into the inlet and drowned . . .

Oh i think that's more than enough for this morning... we'll see if i can think of anything else before noon.

*over and out, McGee*

10:13 - Wednesday, September 5, 2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Another boring start to a boring week

It's monday.  So, obviously, half the people in the office have taken the day off as a flex day, so it'll be dead in here all day.  I normally wouldn't mind that, except I haven't got much to do today.  I was really hoping that i'd come into work and have a few piles on my desk from last week, with page long descriptive notes about what to do with said piles.  But no.  Not a thing.

I was going to take the bus to work today.  But i can't figure out what bus to take and from where.  The closest bus stops are all twenty minute walks from my house.  I don't mind the walk, but when it starts raining, then what am i gunna do?!  But i can't pay to park for $10 a day.  That's almost half an hours' working, just to pay for parking (not that i do much of anything to really be complaining!)  I just hope that my boss gets back from vacay soon, cause she said she can carpool with me, since she drives past my house every day on her way to work.

i saw my ex today, while driving to work.  He didn't see me, cause he doesn't know what i drive, and i'm pretty sure he doesn't keep watch for me.  But it was weird.  He hasn't changed a bit in three years.  Not one bit.  Except he looks a little taller.  But he still wears the same clothes... and has the same hair cut... and the same facial hair... It just makes me wonder if he actually HAS changed... as a person even.  Does he have direction in his life now?  Does he have goals yet?  Has he found a girl that isn't a crackhead or too good for him and going to break his heart (kinda like i did)?  But i won't ever know, because i won't be friends with him anymore.  I can't be.  The memories and feelings i had then, are a part of my past, and i'd like to keep it that way.  But it would be nice to hear if he's okay, at least.

My boss is sick.  I get to sit out at the front today.  Woopdee doo.  I don't like the front so much.  Too many phone calls from people i don't know asking about stuff i know nothing about...  But the day goes by faster and there are more people to talk to as people come and go from the office.  Except i doubt i'll be sitting at my desk today.  I've got a huge wack of filing i should really get on.  Speaking of, i should probably go before my boss comes over to tell me she's going home.

ciao

10:42 - Monday, August 13, 2007 - comments {0} - post comment

oh yeah!

06:24 - Friday, August 10, 2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Another wonderfully boring payday

My life can now be tracked by various sizes, styles and colours of sticky notes and tabs.

All day, every day, all I do is write myself little sticky notes and place them on files.  Sometimes I even write notes to myself that are four or five sticky notes long, with some thought or reminder to do something when I get home… I’m like the sticky note lady…

I swear I could do ALL of my work just using those things.  I feel like I go through a million of those little (and sometimes big) pieces of yellow paper, every day.  Only to take them off the filing I’ve put them on and throw them into the recycling (I don’t think you can actually recycle them, however, because of the sticky stuff).  But my Ministry doesn’t have a proper recycling system anyways…  We separate into garbage and recycling, and then they both get thrown into the garbage down in the parking area… So what’s the point?

On another note, I know it’s been said before, but I must say it again.  Females are actually disgusting.  That’s right, disgusting.  The bathrooms, even here, in a government building, are horrible dirty all the time.  It’s as if everyone thinks, “Well it’s not MY bathroom, so why should I worry about keeping it clean.”

God I hate it when people assume that I’m here to do all the stupid little jobs that could really take them only five minutes, but takes them thirty minutes to explain it to me and then another twenty minutes for me to do it because I’m doing six other things at once, and really it’s a waste of both our times….

AARRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

*hehehe I’m a pirate today*

06:23 - Friday, August 10, 2007 - comments {0} - post comment

I wish you would take my radio to bath with you... plugged in and ready to fall.

1.  Why do i always have the awful dreams where my boyfriend is cheating on me?  It's like my subconcious wants him to cheat on me... so that i'd have someone to beat up?  Seriously... i know he's not going to cheat on me... why does my subconcious worry about it?  Maybe cause all my friends have been cheated on at one point or another...

2. Why can't I get these guys out of my head.  Every once in a while i remember guys from my past that really hurt me... and I can't get them out of my head for weeks...  Yesterday it started again, and i just want them to be gone, forever, out of my head...
*sigh*

The days are going reallyh slow at work now... I just don't want to do what i'm doing right now.  This kind of filing isn't fun...

03:25 - Thursday, August 9, 2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Back from a 5 day weekend of work...

I had a bit of an accident involving a samurai sword and my right index finger.

Oh, and gushing blood.  It was fun times.  First time I’ve been in emergency since I ripped my finger nail off in the car door…

But anyways.  I’m back to work after having pretty much 5 days off… to unpack all my stuff.  I really don’t want to be here.  I’ve had almost no sleep the entire weekend, and would love to be able to just sit at home on the couch with my kittens, read a book (I’m in the middle of HP) or play video games… or even just sleep all day. 

I’m getting really sick from lack of sleep and overworking myself all weekend…

I’ve got three piles of papers for data entry on my desk… I don’t know if I’m going to rush through it to get rid of it all, or if I’m going to take my time with it…

Taking my time seems better for some reason to me.  Although, it’ll probably make the day seem a lot longer than it actually is.

It’s all gross outside today too.  A weekend of nothing but sun, which I barely got to see two hours of, and now it’s going to rain.  At least it won’t be hot anymore…. I hope.

Those birds across the street are flying around like crazy again.  But sadly, no birdman this time.  But the baby birds are learning to fly!  They’re running back and forth flapping their wings and jumping (so almost like the crazy birdman!).  They’re still seagulls though… I hate the sound they make… and even more I hate when they decide to shit ALL OVER my truck…. Right after I’ve washed it….

*sigh*

I have a feeling today is going to be one of those REALLY boring days…

12:45 - Tuesday, August 7, 2007 - comments {0} - post comment

... and the battle with myself continues ...

05:17 - Sunday, August 5, 2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Busy Downtown Street Rooftop Birdman

Sitting in my sun drenched cubical, wishing I was out in the sun, rather than in this overly-air-conditioned, frigid office, I was gazing out my window, onto the roofs of the buildings across the street. 

Normally, I would see about 20 seagulls with their young ones tottering along narrow ledges or sitting in their carefully made nests.

Today, however, I see a man.  A young one.  In a plain, navy blue tshirt, dark jeans, and black skate shoes.  He’s got a small digital video recording device in one hand, and he seems to be pointing it in my direction.  I sure hope he can’t see into my cube….

Then he suddenly throws his arms up in the air, starts slowly spinning in circles, then he thrusts one hand up higher than the other while doing a one footed jump.  Kinda like that kid does in Free Willy when the whale jumps over that barrier.  Yeah, he looks like an idiot.  Especially when some of the birds decide he’s a threat and start dive bombing him.

I watch him for about twenty minutes, and then I think he noticed that I was watching him.  So I pretended I was looking at something on the shelf below my window.  He promptly stopped twirling and swooping at the birds, who had yet to attack him with their usual, wet ammunition.

Sometimes I think that it’s the normal people you have to worry about, not the homeless people, around here…

02:39 - Tuesday, July 31, 2007 - comments {0} - post comment

First Characters

I’m tired today.  I got my kittens yesterday and didn’t sleep a wink all night because I was worried they were going to wake up and run around my room.  Their names are Niko and Snort and they’re only 7 weeks old.  Niko is a shorter haired, grey cat with a corkscrew tail and green-blue eyes.  He’s loves to jump and climb all over everything. Snort is a long haired dark orange striped manx with a bob tail and bright blue eyes.  He likes to lay in my lap on his back and let me comb his tummy.  I spent a total of 6 hours brushing them yesterday because they were so full of fleas…

Ooops, I’ll try to keep it short today….

Characters:

My Boss.

SHE is exactly like a girl I used to work with at a previous, retail job.  She has exactly the same personality and exactly the same sense of humour.  The only difference is age, race, and this one’s ACTUALLY nice.  It’s hard to find other girls I get along with that aren’t really, really weird.  But that might have something to do with the fact that I’m a little weird, myself.

Anyways.  She’s great.  I don’t have any problems with her.  Yet.

Front Desk,

SHE is best friends with My Boss.  She was hired at the same time as me but didn’t start until two weeks later.  She’s usually nice, but seems like she might have a bit of a superiority complex.  Probably just because she’s older than me.  But she always has to try to one up me.  It’s already gotten old and annoying.  But I try my hardest to get along with her.  And I never talk with her about personal things.  I don’t’ like being friends with people like her.  It just always ends very, very badly.

Big Boss

Yet another female.  She’s a quite lady.  But she’s a little intimidating at times.  She usually wears some sort of Power-Suit type outfit, or a ritzy branded skirt suit.  She’s a Deputy Assistant of the Head of our Ministry that seems to always be in a meeting or having a meeting, on the phone or out to lunch.  I’ve hardly had a chance to introduce myself let alone ask her anything about jobs she gives me to do.  But My Boss generally is the middleman for me, so I don’t fall behind.

The One

Another big boss, but of the other Ministry I work  for.  And male.  He’s quite nice, when he’s not busy on a conference call, shut up in his office.  He knows my name, which I think is an important part of being a good leader, and always has something funny to say. 

Cutie #1

One of the first guys here to have a conversation with me, he’s pretty young, single, and I think he was hitting on me on my first day!  We talked about the course I took in school and how I might want to go back one day and finish it and even get my CGA or CMA  certification.  But that’s a big maybe.  And he went off about how great it was to get your CGA and blah blah blah… he’s an accountant.  Numbers turn him on.  Engouh said. 

Cutie #2

This boy is an analyst.  So he likes numbers too, but not in the same obsessive way as Cutie #1.  He works in a different part of the floor from me, and I don’t think I’ve ever actually talked to him, but he seems nice.  The quite, shy, like to be alone in the outdoors kinda guy.  He looks really nice in a suit, too!

Delivery Boy

This one deserves a full story.  So I’ll write about him later.

Bobble Head

SHE is a lady that’s been here for so long, that’s she got more seniority than most of the managers.  Unfortunately she’s not exactly trustworthy, but ‘they’ can’t get rid of her, because we’re Union and they don’t have reasonable grounds to get rid of her.  She’s old enough to be my mom, dresses like she’s in her late 20’s and thinks the world of herself.  She’s got a really bad smoker’s voice, wrinkly, overtanned skin, and this big vulture’s nose that you can see coming down the hall.  She’s not a mean lady, but I don’t think she has much of a conscience or morals.

I’ll leave it there.

I should go do some filing (I’ve got four filing projects on the go right now…. I’m a multi-tasker extraordinaire!)

That and I should call my mom to see how my kittens are doing… Niko, the grey one, peed on my bed this morning… and I think Snort is getting sick.  Not good.

I can’t wait for the day to be over so i can go home to my new kittens.

03:44 - Monday, July 30, 2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Afterwork winddown

10:45 - Friday, July 27, 2007 - comments {0} - post comment

Introduction to a Bored Adventurer

Intro:

Most of the rumours you hear about Government workers being lazy aren’t true.

It’s just that when there isn’t anything to do, you look like you’re lazy.

I’ve been working within the Government for about three months now, right out of two semesters in a business program at the local college. 

And, no, it’s not what you know, so much as who you know. 

We just bought a house – I have lived with my boyfriend for two years – We have a dog, two cats and three fish (at the moment – they tend to eat each other regularly – the fish I mean).

Obviously I am unable to mention anything confidential, or true, even.  However, I will be changing names (if I ever use any), and I will not use my name, as I don’t feel it necessary.

My first day consisted mostly of sitting in a chair in a small cubicle, much like the one I’m sitting in right now.  Green fabric walls, warm and slightly stained, look as if they’ve been around since the 80’s.  It’s obvious there used to be smokers in this office.  The stale smell of old tobacco and dust from a million hole punchers is quite prevalent (obviously pre-multi-use photocopier-fax machine-hole puncher-stapling machine extravaganza).  Because I had just started working for the Government, I didn’t have a user name, password, pass-card, email address, or designated phone number.  I’m surprised I even found my way into the building and to the right floor. 

So I couldn’t do much.

I am only a temp, really.  Auxiliary, if you will.  The girl that usually works in the position I’m in is temporarily filling someone else’s position while they’re temporarily in some other building filling in for someone else, who’s filling in for the person that retired.  It’s a big long, confusing chain that seems to go on forever, and I’ve given up trying to understand why they do the whole temporary filling… why not just promote everyone.  People would make their way up the ladder a lot quicker that way.

Anyways.  I’m not going to recap my last three months.  That would be far too boring and most of it I seem to have very few memories of. 

My Job:

I’m an administrative assistant.  In plainer terms, the office bitch.  But it’s not all that bad.  You’d assume it would fall into the category of ‘Worst Job Ever’, and that everyone would be piling work on my desk for me to do every day, and that I’d have to stay longer every day just to catch up. 

Not quite.  Yes I get piles of work to do.  But most of it is easy.  Very easy.  I could do it with my eyes closed, one hand tied behind my back and two different sized high heels on and my pants falling down.  Plus, I know I’m a little sick (in the head), but I like filing.  It’s easy.  It’s mindless.  And it looks like I’m doing something important.  When usually I’m just pretending to be busy. 

I get hundreds and hundreds of things to file every day.  Some if it can be pretty interesting.  I was told I’m allowed to read anything I want, when I first started.  Just that I can’t tell anyone about anything I read, because of the department I work in and because of the confidentiality of most of the stuff. 

Unfortunately, none of it is all that interesting.  It’s usually quite boring in fact.  I think I’d rather go back to school and read text books all day than sit and read over the mind numbingly dry material I, for some unknown reason, am required to file (for a rainy day I guess?).

Filing isn’t the only thing I do.

I do payments of things.  Transfer funds.  Check things.  Data entry.  Creation of binders. 

But I also do LOTS of my own stuff.

Shopping on free, local ad websites.  Looking up movie times, restaurant reservations for me and my boyfriend, facebook (who doesn’t play around on facebook at work?).  Planning vacations I’ll probably never take.  Looking up new songs to download and and put on my mp3 player.  Looking for new plants to put in my garden (that I’m planning on starting in my backyard one of these days… I swear!)

Some days I feel like I’m getting paid to do nothing.

Other days I feel like I’m doing everyone else’s job and that I should be paid double.

I think that’s enough of an introduction…

You learn to be long-winded and to go overboard on everything when you work here…

Your ever faithful, Bored Worker

Every day just like the last...

03:06 - Friday, July 27, 2007 - comments {0} - post comment