It was one of those days…one that started actually few hours before the calendar announced him. Yesterday I’ve typed in about an hour of inspirational typing and have lost it in a wink…speaking of computer freak, who always tells others how to do things right on your computer, huh? Now I know how those poor users feel when they’ve lost a file and call for help and pay for this by being lectured on how important saving while typing is…It was a pity, but no one to blame but me. I choose not to re-type, as by the end of second page I’ve already forgotten what was in the beginning of the first…oh well, it was an entry that never meant to happen…
And since then everything else rolled downhill like a snowball…Sometimes I might make a facetious remark on my workload, almost certainly with a smile at myself. But today I am really pissed. A long story of three different departments merging and us transferring into new team only worth mentioning as a final straw. There is never logic in any management’s decision and what they thought could be a better way to do things, in reality was a way to create even more mess and more work for the same amount of people involved. So now not only I’m the one to support ever increasing in numbers, growing like mushrooms servers (of which I now have about 20 in my care against only 6 that were here 3 years ago, when I started in this office) and everything else that goes with this joyful job, apparently, I’m also supposed to jump in excitement about all big projects that our new team will be taking up soon…soon as in – from now. And today, returning from some executive meeting, my boss carefully asked me how would I fancy taking over server/users administration of one more department…bang…bang…head on the wall… and he wasn’t even asking IF I’d fancy, it was HOW I fancy that decision that being made without asking me in the first place… ugrrrr…
So I was upset today…as in really upset…so much upset that I’ve gone home before 5pm (?!) which I never do, although our office hours are 9-5…as soon as I was driving along the road, I suddenly remembered why exactly I don’t like driving home at 5pm…it seems that most of the idiotic drivers pick up the same time too, so it was a tense drive and even Smokie singing desperate songs didn’t help to make the journey at least half-enjoyable…
So…here I am, sitting at home, totally in the mood of screaming crazy and throwing saucepans, writing an aggravated journal entry knowing that moods are swinging and tomorrow there gonna be another day…and if I’d care to take myself in hand everything ‘s gonna be all right tomorrow…right? [~sighs]
And since then everything else rolled downhill like a snowball…Sometimes I might make a facetious remark on my workload, almost certainly with a smile at myself. But today I am really pissed. A long story of three different departments merging and us transferring into new team only worth mentioning as a final straw. There is never logic in any management’s decision and what they thought could be a better way to do things, in reality was a way to create even more mess and more work for the same amount of people involved. So now not only I’m the one to support ever increasing in numbers, growing like mushrooms servers (of which I now have about 20 in my care against only 6 that were here 3 years ago, when I started in this office) and everything else that goes with this joyful job, apparently, I’m also supposed to jump in excitement about all big projects that our new team will be taking up soon…soon as in – from now. And today, returning from some executive meeting, my boss carefully asked me how would I fancy taking over server/users administration of one more department…bang…bang…head on the wall… and he wasn’t even asking IF I’d fancy, it was HOW I fancy that decision that being made without asking me in the first place… ugrrrr…
So I was upset today…as in really upset…so much upset that I’ve gone home before 5pm (?!) which I never do, although our office hours are 9-5…as soon as I was driving along the road, I suddenly remembered why exactly I don’t like driving home at 5pm…it seems that most of the idiotic drivers pick up the same time too, so it was a tense drive and even Smokie singing desperate songs didn’t help to make the journey at least half-enjoyable…
So…here I am, sitting at home, totally in the mood of screaming crazy and throwing saucepans, writing an aggravated journal entry knowing that moods are swinging and tomorrow there gonna be another day…and if I’d care to take myself in hand everything ‘s gonna be all right tomorrow…right? [~sighs]