April 23, 2003

Working Blues

This cute little joblet that I've taken has, as expected, turned out to be the stuff of which sleepless nights are made. The recipe: responsibility without control. Try it. It'll work every time. You'll dream of a roomful of vaudeville spinning plates wobbling at the top of limber sticks and you must... YOU. MUST. not let any of them slow down, fall and explode in green mushroom clouds of toxic gas that will wipe out all the staff who are watching, depending on you alone to save their jobs. Of course that was just a (formerly frequently recurring) dream. But today I go to the Room of Spinning Plates where the paperwork, to which I must conform, is not at all intuitive (I would change it so that that plate would spin itself) and the secretary's last day is Friday and nobody knows nothing about nothing. I'll be typing evaluations all day, and whoever set up the therapist office was not only ignorant of ergonomics but had a knack for creating Twister-inspired work stations. I'm taking my own USB Ergonomic keyboard. I do, at least, have that wee bit of control.

Hey. I just work there prn. They're not even my plates. It's a stimulus-response thing, I guess... a habit born of 30 years in the World of Work. I'll give it my best shot, keep my cool, make some suggestions to the walls about how things might go smoother, and be happy for a few hours income here for a few weeks. And maybe, after work and the practical end of my school responsibilities tomorrow, I'll re-emerge and say hello to me again! And I owe you a picture.

And yes I will take some cheese with my whine.

Posted by fred1st at April 23, 2003 06:22 AM | TrackBack
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Oh, I love it when there is enough time to read your writings.

We can all relate to the "twister-inspired workstations".

Posted by: meg at April 23, 2003 01:26 PM

Responsibility. Sigh. I love and loathe that word.

Posted by: Da Goddess at April 24, 2003 04:09 AM

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