Doing and not-doing
Jun. 14th, 2005 07:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thessalianWent through mug shots with a couple of police constables dressed like hobos with access to washing machines. Picked out kid who actually did the smashing. Am supposed to give witness statement -- probably Thursday. So I'll be off work early that day, hurrah! I don't think work can complain as I'm doing my civic duty; we do work with the Islington Council, after all. Besides, last week someone in my building had the same thing happen to their car so there's a vested interest in getting the toerag caught, if that happens as a result and if indeed it was the same toerag. Same modus operandi, anyway.
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dodgyhoodoo off at the pictures. I hope he's having a good time. I'm at quite the loose end at the minute, though -- yesterday I was too apathetic and mopey to properly bitch, and now I could actually do with a drink and a massive rant about the fact that, among other things, I wound up spending my morning packing boxes full of someone else's crap (what am I; a mover?) and he's out. Boo.
I did text him about the mover thing, though. He asked if I had seen contract or even job description. I've seen a job description (but no contract, of course; that would make sense), but I was told in the interview that part of this job involves not paying attention to the job description at all and doing whatever random shit needs doing. That is not a secretary -- that is a Girl Friday. I am a Girl Friday at 28 years of age. Holy mother of fuck, this is depressing. Not to mention the fact that, after watching Vera at work, I realise that I'm a better secretary than she is (better organised, better at multi-tasking, and I can type faster and more accurately than she can even when thrown off by the finger injury) and I still don't get anything but menial shit to do. Maybe it'll be better when I get paid and can 'dress for the job'.
So I'll go prepare myself some dinner, then sit around and faff, probably. Ugh. If only I wasn't so migraine-prone; Sin City sounds like one of the few movies I'd actually like to see. Oh well; I couldn't take a late night and possible alcohol overindulgence anyway, not if I'm going to stomach another day in the spirit-sapping job without yelling at someone.
dodgyhoodoo off at the pictures. I hope he's having a good time. I'm at quite the loose end at the minute, though -- yesterday I was too apathetic and mopey to properly bitch, and now I could actually do with a drink and a massive rant about the fact that, among other things, I wound up spending my morning packing boxes full of someone else's crap (what am I; a mover?) and he's out. Boo.I did text him about the mover thing, though. He asked if I had seen contract or even job description. I've seen a job description (but no contract, of course; that would make sense), but I was told in the interview that part of this job involves not paying attention to the job description at all and doing whatever random shit needs doing. That is not a secretary -- that is a Girl Friday. I am a Girl Friday at 28 years of age. Holy mother of fuck, this is depressing. Not to mention the fact that, after watching Vera at work, I realise that I'm a better secretary than she is (better organised, better at multi-tasking, and I can type faster and more accurately than she can even when thrown off by the finger injury) and I still don't get anything but menial shit to do. Maybe it'll be better when I get paid and can 'dress for the job'.
So I'll go prepare myself some dinner, then sit around and faff, probably. Ugh. If only I wasn't so migraine-prone; Sin City sounds like one of the few movies I'd actually like to see. Oh well; I couldn't take a late night and possible alcohol overindulgence anyway, not if I'm going to stomach another day in the spirit-sapping job without yelling at someone.