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Demons and Wizards
Aug. 4th, 2003 11:48 amWell, I've had a good week -- a good holiday. And all good things must end. But must the price be so goddamn high?
I had a good evening chatting amongst friends last night. Whoopee for me, I've set up a M:TA campaign. I am GMing and I have a little cabal. Making sure everyone gets the info they need to play (including me) and getting them all to create decent GURPS characters will probably take a couple of weeks, which is good, because for the next couple of weeks, it'll be a bloody miracle if I get online at all.
Coming back to work, the gang all asked how my holiday was, all casual. Out of the doctors, only one so far has acknowledged my presence in the office, never mind the fact that I've returned after a week of absence. And then there was the mess in the cupboard. Apparently, the temp they got in to replace me did a grand total of six tapes in the two-odd days she was working for us. Cheryl sacked the woman and never actually thought to bring a new one in to replace her. Which means that the plain films just piled up and up and up all week -- there was a slight backlog when I left and when I came in today it was absolute bloody bedlam. As good a time as I had, I really, really, really wish I hadn't gone. I was just starting to get things under control and now it's a mess all over again.
And now I think about two things:
1) Permanence. This is going to happen every time I go away. Do I really want to be in a job where it's this obvious that I'm the only one doing their bit to keep things from getting stupid backlog-wise ... and where no one bloody cares? I am thinking very hard about this before filling in those pieces of paper and handing them into HR.
2) October/November. Two weeks in the US. (Well, there's no real point in going for less, is there?) If this is how it looks after one week, what's it going to look like after two? I'm never going to be able to take a decent holiday again (bar Christmas) at this rate.
Otherwise, nothing's changed. Julie and Kate still spend a solid half-hour yammering about bollocks and Julie's not lifting a finger to answer the phone while the rest of us are mid-report. And now with a week's worth of perspective, it's both easier and harder for me to take. I know that I'm going to be completely fried by Wednesday, but what can I do about it? I can either tie myself to this job that gives me so much grief and stress and maybe get some benefits out of it (like the carpal tunnel specialist) or I can get out now and maybe land myself somewhere worse.
Devil you know?
Devil you don't?
Anyway. Lunch.
Thess
I had a good evening chatting amongst friends last night. Whoopee for me, I've set up a M:TA campaign. I am GMing and I have a little cabal. Making sure everyone gets the info they need to play (including me) and getting them all to create decent GURPS characters will probably take a couple of weeks, which is good, because for the next couple of weeks, it'll be a bloody miracle if I get online at all.
Coming back to work, the gang all asked how my holiday was, all casual. Out of the doctors, only one so far has acknowledged my presence in the office, never mind the fact that I've returned after a week of absence. And then there was the mess in the cupboard. Apparently, the temp they got in to replace me did a grand total of six tapes in the two-odd days she was working for us. Cheryl sacked the woman and never actually thought to bring a new one in to replace her. Which means that the plain films just piled up and up and up all week -- there was a slight backlog when I left and when I came in today it was absolute bloody bedlam. As good a time as I had, I really, really, really wish I hadn't gone. I was just starting to get things under control and now it's a mess all over again.
And now I think about two things:
1) Permanence. This is going to happen every time I go away. Do I really want to be in a job where it's this obvious that I'm the only one doing their bit to keep things from getting stupid backlog-wise ... and where no one bloody cares? I am thinking very hard about this before filling in those pieces of paper and handing them into HR.
2) October/November. Two weeks in the US. (Well, there's no real point in going for less, is there?) If this is how it looks after one week, what's it going to look like after two? I'm never going to be able to take a decent holiday again (bar Christmas) at this rate.
Otherwise, nothing's changed. Julie and Kate still spend a solid half-hour yammering about bollocks and Julie's not lifting a finger to answer the phone while the rest of us are mid-report. And now with a week's worth of perspective, it's both easier and harder for me to take. I know that I'm going to be completely fried by Wednesday, but what can I do about it? I can either tie myself to this job that gives me so much grief and stress and maybe get some benefits out of it (like the carpal tunnel specialist) or I can get out now and maybe land myself somewhere worse.
Devil you know?
Devil you don't?
Anyway. Lunch.
Thess
