Work, work, work...
Oct. 31st, 2007 10:49 amThanks to the new journal layout (adopted for NaNoWriMo, but I like it, so I might keep it afterward), I've realized just how many tags in this journal are "work" tags. Now that I'm thinking about it, most of the tagged entries are work entries. That sucks, because they're ver rarely good entries. Today's no exception, really. Feel free to skip: I'm just typing out my thoughts.
Joseph's told me it might get a little ugly in here between him and Kwesi. The two of them can be at odds with each other from time to time. Joe's pissed that Kwesi didn't tell him about chairing the meeting yesterday... and then he made this weird speech at the end of the meeting (of course, with Ted there) thanking Joe for doing the minutes for each meeting. No idea where that came from, and Joe now doesn't know if he's supposed to be doing the minutes anymore, or what. I also don't know what's going on, because Kwesi told me yesterday to add something to the agenda. I don't do the agenda, Kwesi doesn't do the agenda. JOE does. He does the agenda, chairs the meeting, and writes the minutes from his and my notes.
I kinda hope it does get ugly between them. Kwesi needs someone to deflate that ridiculous ego of his. He thinks he's more important than everyone here.
Speaking of the boss, he sent me an e-mail after I left yesterday telling me to contact the owners of certain meetings and have them add our new regional director to their lists. I'd be able to do that if I actually had access to his meeting notices. Oh, but I don't get those anymore, because he doesn't want me knowing what his calendar looks like. I told him I need their names from his notices. He's not in yet, but we'll see what he says. He probably thinks I still get his crap. 9_9
Really, really need a change. This is my second job. It's also the second time in as many jobs I've been told I don't need to be here, I need to go somewhere where growth is actually possible. Should really tell Mom that. She's all happy that I work for the state and everything, but when people from both agencies tell me it's basically a dead-end (and I'm not happy anyway because I hate the type of job it is), what's the point? The paycheck? That's all?
I don't know. To me, it made sense to start working in retail, a store or something. I'd wanted to work in Barnes & Noble (because Borders hadn't gotten here yet). It makes more sense in my mind to start low/small, and if I hate it, move on to something else. You don't start high and drop. That's backwards. It's part of the reason I feel so stuck. I'd probably lose half my income if I went to something else. But I would've started in a store, and if I liked it, moved up within the store, or moved to other stores and moved up there, depending on what attracted me. I've seen people in Borders (that cashier) or in GameStop who don't give a rat's ass about their jobs, and it drives me crazy, because I know I'd enjoy working in either place, surrounded by things I love. I don't know. It annoys me that people who don't care about it got those jobs, and I get this crap. I don't care about it; someone who likes it should have it. Mom doesn't understand my feelings about it, but Mom liked office work. I think Mom would've been happy if she could've worked offices instead of getting stuck in Transit. I think she wants me to keep these types of jobs because SHE thinks they're good.
My opinion's invalid, is what it comes down to. Feels that way.
Joseph's told me it might get a little ugly in here between him and Kwesi. The two of them can be at odds with each other from time to time. Joe's pissed that Kwesi didn't tell him about chairing the meeting yesterday... and then he made this weird speech at the end of the meeting (of course, with Ted there) thanking Joe for doing the minutes for each meeting. No idea where that came from, and Joe now doesn't know if he's supposed to be doing the minutes anymore, or what. I also don't know what's going on, because Kwesi told me yesterday to add something to the agenda. I don't do the agenda, Kwesi doesn't do the agenda. JOE does. He does the agenda, chairs the meeting, and writes the minutes from his and my notes.
I kinda hope it does get ugly between them. Kwesi needs someone to deflate that ridiculous ego of his. He thinks he's more important than everyone here.
Speaking of the boss, he sent me an e-mail after I left yesterday telling me to contact the owners of certain meetings and have them add our new regional director to their lists. I'd be able to do that if I actually had access to his meeting notices. Oh, but I don't get those anymore, because he doesn't want me knowing what his calendar looks like. I told him I need their names from his notices. He's not in yet, but we'll see what he says. He probably thinks I still get his crap. 9_9
Really, really need a change. This is my second job. It's also the second time in as many jobs I've been told I don't need to be here, I need to go somewhere where growth is actually possible. Should really tell Mom that. She's all happy that I work for the state and everything, but when people from both agencies tell me it's basically a dead-end (and I'm not happy anyway because I hate the type of job it is), what's the point? The paycheck? That's all?
I don't know. To me, it made sense to start working in retail, a store or something. I'd wanted to work in Barnes & Noble (because Borders hadn't gotten here yet). It makes more sense in my mind to start low/small, and if I hate it, move on to something else. You don't start high and drop. That's backwards. It's part of the reason I feel so stuck. I'd probably lose half my income if I went to something else. But I would've started in a store, and if I liked it, moved up within the store, or moved to other stores and moved up there, depending on what attracted me. I've seen people in Borders (that cashier) or in GameStop who don't give a rat's ass about their jobs, and it drives me crazy, because I know I'd enjoy working in either place, surrounded by things I love. I don't know. It annoys me that people who don't care about it got those jobs, and I get this crap. I don't care about it; someone who likes it should have it. Mom doesn't understand my feelings about it, but Mom liked office work. I think Mom would've been happy if she could've worked offices instead of getting stuck in Transit. I think she wants me to keep these types of jobs because SHE thinks they're good.
My opinion's invalid, is what it comes down to. Feels that way.