I hate my new job.
Letters have just gone out with our payslips informing us of our annual pay increase. I am now getting less than I would have done if I had stayed at my old job. The girls have showed me their letters and they are getting £300 a year more than me.
I have also found out that I have gone down half a grade on the pay scale. Which is probably why I'm now not getting as much. This sucks as I am working just as hard if not harder than I was before. as I am no longer in the gossip & TV chat circle I am actually working for longer each day.
This new job should be on the same pay scale or even one higher as it is more mentally taxing as it's not just data input and putting stuff in envelopes and boxes. I can't beielve my fucking bitch of a boss would do this to me. She had to know the job was lower on the pay scale when she suggested I apply for it. I should have paid more attention, but I never would have expected she would do something so mean.
This situation has strengthened my resolve to leave in March come hell or high water.
Tuesday, 28 September 2004
Monday, 27 September 2004
weddings
Everyone at work is getting married. Michelle has just come back from getting hitched in LAs Vegas, Carlos and Cath are planning their summer wedding and 4 other people have gotten married in the space of a year.
It sucks being single in a room full of people who are loved-up.
It sucks being single in a room full of people who are loved-up.
Sunday, 26 September 2004
jobsworth
The Time: Friday morning.
The Place: St Pancras Station
The mission: Catch the 8.25 to Derby for a day of high speed thrills at Alton Towers.
The Team: Earth Girl, The Office Heart Throb (OHT), Posh Anne, Gavinder, Carlos & Carlos' Fiance Cath.
Mission summary
As anticipated OHT was late, (he is constantly late and not, as you would expect from an OHT becouse he was fixing his hair, it's because he can never get out of bed on time) and becouse he was staying over at Carlos and Caths place made them late too. Anticipating the lateness factor the rendevous was set for 8am in the waiting area next to the gates. I was five mins early, Anne was exactly on time, Gavinder strolled in at 8.20 and the terrible trio dashed full speed towards us at he entrance to platform 6 at exactly 8.25.
As one Gavinder, Anne and I turned on our heels towards the gate to beign a mad dash to the 1 remaining open door only to be stopped in our tracks by a blue blet type barrier (you know the type they use to make you que in lines in shops) that had been pulled across the platform entrance by the 2 stern looking platform attendants. The looked at us grimly and shook their heads when i waved our tickets at them. They repeated the phrase "you're too late the train is about to depart" several times. To our pleads to be let on the train and the irate protestations of the business man who had arrived at the same time.
We stood at the entrance to the plat form for 3 minutes wondering weather to get on the next train (which was in ten minutes)even though our tickets were now invalid, run down to the ticket office and beg and plead with them to re-issue our tickts and not force us to buy new ones -we decided against this as it would have taken waaaay more than 10 mins, or go home and get the cars and drive the 150 odd miles up to the happiest place in the UK. Instead we settled for reitterating to the platform controlers that 'there was still one door open whay couldn't we run down and get in through it ?' and 'we wouldn't mind missing it if we were really late but we were exactly on time' and 'it's 8.28 now and the trains late so why can't you just let us on?'
By this point we had been joined by about 5 other people who all wanted to get on the train who were all enquiring about the misteiously open door. 'Its the train managers door and there is no access to the rest of the train though there' repeated the Jobsworth who was deninig us access to the stationary train. (SO. you're telling me that the train manager stays locked up in a tiny room the whole 3 hour journey up to sheffield with absolutly no access to the rest of the train - yeah right)
By this point the female jobs worth was so fed up of our complaining and obviously realising that we wern't going to stop grumbling and move along until waaaaay after the tarin has left got on her walky talkie to the train manager who said yes, we cousld get on the train. The male Jobsworth had stated about 40 seconds earlier that there was no way of contacting the train manager - 'cos he'd never heard of walkie talkies or even considerd such a thing as walking 30 meters down the platform and verbaly comunicating our request to the train manager.
With the barrier removed the me and the 12 or so people who had been clusterd around the gate legged it to the aforementiond door which was infact the first door of the first class coach (the lying bastard). And then lurch our way down the length of the moving train into the economy section.
Alton Towers when we finaly made it was great. I highly recomend going in the off season. Not only are there hardly any kids the ques are fantasticaly short. Oblivion and Air are the best rollercoasters in the universe ever. In fact I'm still getting flashbacks of that rollercoaster buzz just thinking about them.
The Place: St Pancras Station
The mission: Catch the 8.25 to Derby for a day of high speed thrills at Alton Towers.
The Team: Earth Girl, The Office Heart Throb (OHT), Posh Anne, Gavinder, Carlos & Carlos' Fiance Cath.
Mission summary
As anticipated OHT was late, (he is constantly late and not, as you would expect from an OHT becouse he was fixing his hair, it's because he can never get out of bed on time) and becouse he was staying over at Carlos and Caths place made them late too. Anticipating the lateness factor the rendevous was set for 8am in the waiting area next to the gates. I was five mins early, Anne was exactly on time, Gavinder strolled in at 8.20 and the terrible trio dashed full speed towards us at he entrance to platform 6 at exactly 8.25.
As one Gavinder, Anne and I turned on our heels towards the gate to beign a mad dash to the 1 remaining open door only to be stopped in our tracks by a blue blet type barrier (you know the type they use to make you que in lines in shops) that had been pulled across the platform entrance by the 2 stern looking platform attendants. The looked at us grimly and shook their heads when i waved our tickets at them. They repeated the phrase "you're too late the train is about to depart" several times. To our pleads to be let on the train and the irate protestations of the business man who had arrived at the same time.
We stood at the entrance to the plat form for 3 minutes wondering weather to get on the next train (which was in ten minutes)even though our tickets were now invalid, run down to the ticket office and beg and plead with them to re-issue our tickts and not force us to buy new ones -we decided against this as it would have taken waaaay more than 10 mins, or go home and get the cars and drive the 150 odd miles up to the happiest place in the UK. Instead we settled for reitterating to the platform controlers that 'there was still one door open whay couldn't we run down and get in through it ?' and 'we wouldn't mind missing it if we were really late but we were exactly on time' and 'it's 8.28 now and the trains late so why can't you just let us on?'
By this point we had been joined by about 5 other people who all wanted to get on the train who were all enquiring about the misteiously open door. 'Its the train managers door and there is no access to the rest of the train though there' repeated the Jobsworth who was deninig us access to the stationary train. (SO. you're telling me that the train manager stays locked up in a tiny room the whole 3 hour journey up to sheffield with absolutly no access to the rest of the train - yeah right)
By this point the female jobs worth was so fed up of our complaining and obviously realising that we wern't going to stop grumbling and move along until waaaaay after the tarin has left got on her walky talkie to the train manager who said yes, we cousld get on the train. The male Jobsworth had stated about 40 seconds earlier that there was no way of contacting the train manager - 'cos he'd never heard of walkie talkies or even considerd such a thing as walking 30 meters down the platform and verbaly comunicating our request to the train manager.
With the barrier removed the me and the 12 or so people who had been clusterd around the gate legged it to the aforementiond door which was infact the first door of the first class coach (the lying bastard). And then lurch our way down the length of the moving train into the economy section.
Alton Towers when we finaly made it was great. I highly recomend going in the off season. Not only are there hardly any kids the ques are fantasticaly short. Oblivion and Air are the best rollercoasters in the universe ever. In fact I'm still getting flashbacks of that rollercoaster buzz just thinking about them.
Wednesday, 22 September 2004
new job 2
Positive points of new job
1. I am now getting more exercise as I now have to walk to the fax machine and printer more often. Also getting to walk all the way down the corridor to the other side of the office to use the only PC hooked up to the database I need.
2. Managing and prioritising my own workload instead of getting piles of application forms dumped on me and then being told off for not processing them fast enough.
3. A warm and fuzzy sense of accomplishment at finishing mini projects everyday !
4. New monitor and hard drive (with a graphics card). I can now see pictures on my screen instead of grainy pixilated images. YaY !
Negative points of new job
1. Am feeling left out as I'm no longer included in most of the conversations of my old team - even though I am only 2 meters away.
2. I can no longer see the clock as it is now behind me and hidden by a big plant.
3. No longer as bored as I used to be, so keep not noticing that the 2 most important times of the day have snuck up on me (Home time and Lunch time).
4. My boss now sits directly behind me and can see everything on my screen. So I will have to drastically cut down the surfing and perhaps even the blogging ! - She's away this week hence the afternoon blog. . .
1. I am now getting more exercise as I now have to walk to the fax machine and printer more often. Also getting to walk all the way down the corridor to the other side of the office to use the only PC hooked up to the database I need.
2. Managing and prioritising my own workload instead of getting piles of application forms dumped on me and then being told off for not processing them fast enough.
3. A warm and fuzzy sense of accomplishment at finishing mini projects everyday !
4. New monitor and hard drive (with a graphics card). I can now see pictures on my screen instead of grainy pixilated images. YaY !
Negative points of new job
1. Am feeling left out as I'm no longer included in most of the conversations of my old team - even though I am only 2 meters away.
2. I can no longer see the clock as it is now behind me and hidden by a big plant.
3. No longer as bored as I used to be, so keep not noticing that the 2 most important times of the day have snuck up on me (Home time and Lunch time).
4. My boss now sits directly behind me and can see everything on my screen. So I will have to drastically cut down the surfing and perhaps even the blogging ! - She's away this week hence the afternoon blog. . .
Tuesday, 21 September 2004
pensions
The bloke from our pension advisor company is coming in next week. HR sent a complex and long winded email around advising that he was recomeneding 2 pensions companies. Most of us were a bit baffled until out receptionist deftly sumed it up.
Put money in, don't die of cold when you're 88 'cos you can't afford to pay your gas bills.
Put money in with Standard Life get a bit more money back - good.
Put money in with Clerical Money get a bit less money back - bad .
Monday, 20 September 2004
new job
I started a new job today. I'm still woking in the same place, I'm just doing something different.
A change can be as good as a rest, or so they say.
A change can be as good as a rest, or so they say.
Thursday, 16 September 2004
Great start to the day
Walking to the station this morning I was shocked out of my daydreams by a tirade of four letter abuse. It wasn't directed at me but at a five year old girl.
Quite naturally I was shocked to hear that kind of language directed at a child so loudly and so early in the morning.
I'm not naive. I know there are plenty of people who think nothing of hurling this kind of abuse at children, but to be screaming it in the street at 8 in the morning? What could have the child possibly have done to get someone that pissed off and angry?
As I passed the irate woman she started on me-although not as loud an hysterical "Fuckin' lookin' at me. I can say what I want to my fuckin' child, it's my fuckin' daughter"
I ignored her and kept on walking. I really don't think an argument with a complete stranger is what I need to start my day off. besides what good would have it done ? People like that don't regard the opinion of others, if they did they wouldn't be behaving like that in the first place.
"What the fuck do you think you're doin'?"
"Get the fuck over here you little shit!"
"Don't fuckin' do that, BITCH"
Quite naturally I was shocked to hear that kind of language directed at a child so loudly and so early in the morning.
I'm not naive. I know there are plenty of people who think nothing of hurling this kind of abuse at children, but to be screaming it in the street at 8 in the morning? What could have the child possibly have done to get someone that pissed off and angry?
As I passed the irate woman she started on me-although not as loud an hysterical "Fuckin' lookin' at me. I can say what I want to my fuckin' child, it's my fuckin' daughter"
I ignored her and kept on walking. I really don't think an argument with a complete stranger is what I need to start my day off. besides what good would have it done ? People like that don't regard the opinion of others, if they did they wouldn't be behaving like that in the first place.
Tuesday, 14 September 2004
I am being unreasonable ?
When I seriously started thinking about going to Canada for a year I bought the Lonely Planet guide to Canada. I have never read it or even opened up the front cover. When my sister finished uni and couldn't find a job she decided that she is now going to Canada and is leaving in 2 months. I now no longer want to go to Canada - there are lots of complicated reasons which I won't go into.
While my sister was snooping in my room she spotted the Canada guide and asked if she could read it. I said she might as well buy it form me as she was definitely going and I have no use for it. She said how much and I replied 'the amount I paid for it' -obviously -'it's brand new and I've
never even opened it'. She got in a huff and stormed off accusing me of being ridiculous.
Am I being ridiculous ? I think she is being cheap. She is definitely going and if she buys it from me she can take it with her, write on it or destroy it as she pleases. I'm not going to get to use it so why should i give it to her for free ?
I might add that she is not the type of person who would give anything away for free or repay a debt. I have been extremely generous with her in the past only to be faced with open hostility and disdain when asking for the smallest favour or return.
While my sister was snooping in my room she spotted the Canada guide and asked if she could read it. I said she might as well buy it form me as she was definitely going and I have no use for it. She said how much and I replied 'the amount I paid for it' -obviously -'it's brand new and I've
never even opened it'. She got in a huff and stormed off accusing me of being ridiculous.
Am I being ridiculous ? I think she is being cheap. She is definitely going and if she buys it from me she can take it with her, write on it or destroy it as she pleases. I'm not going to get to use it so why should i give it to her for free ?
I might add that she is not the type of person who would give anything away for free or repay a debt. I have been extremely generous with her in the past only to be faced with open hostility and disdain when asking for the smallest favour or return.
Monday, 13 September 2004
Catnapping
Someone tried to steal my cat. More specifically 2 little girls aged about 8 tried to steal my cat.
Apparently they picked him up and started walking off down the street. If my mother hadn't spotted their shenanigans and shouted at them, who knows what would have happend? Thankfully the little scoundrels dropped Lucky and apologised before running off, but still - why try and steel my smelly old cat ?!
The crazy woman down the street who thinks we have been neglecting him has been feeding him. We have found 3 empty foil cat food containers in the corner of our garden next to the bin. Soon she will realise that no matter how much the old boy eats he stays thin as a rake (and no it's not because he has worms - He is regularly de wormed. H just has an incredible metabolism. The kind of metabolism that women the world over would kill for.
Apparently they picked him up and started walking off down the street. If my mother hadn't spotted their shenanigans and shouted at them, who knows what would have happend? Thankfully the little scoundrels dropped Lucky and apologised before running off, but still - why try and steel my smelly old cat ?!
The crazy woman down the street who thinks we have been neglecting him has been feeding him. We have found 3 empty foil cat food containers in the corner of our garden next to the bin. Soon she will realise that no matter how much the old boy eats he stays thin as a rake (and no it's not because he has worms - He is regularly de wormed. H just has an incredible metabolism. The kind of metabolism that women the world over would kill for.
Friday, 10 September 2004
The danger of replying to mass email
The danger of replying to a mass email is that some times you accidentally hit 'reply to all'. A work college recently found this out when the office heart-throb sent out an email advertising his bands gig next week
The entire office is now giggling over said email and wondering exactly what was meant. Those in the know are trying not to let on that J fancies the OHT and has been in a constant flirt mode since the day she met him. She does not, of course, have the nerve to make the first move. But he'd have to be deaf, dumb, blind and stupid not to realise the extent of her crush on him. His lack of move making is best explained by his colleague 'Basically he's decided not to be stupid with girls any more, he's not gonna go out with women he's not really interested in'. He likes J in a friendly way, he likes everybody, that's just the type of guy he is. But the down side to his niceness is that girls tend to willingly misinterpret his being nice as something more personal.
From: A
To: everyone
J
Have you seen the ps on D's email. I wonder if you should you take your
cousin - or are we playing it cool?
A
The entire office is now giggling over said email and wondering exactly what was meant. Those in the know are trying not to let on that J fancies the OHT and has been in a constant flirt mode since the day she met him. She does not, of course, have the nerve to make the first move. But he'd have to be deaf, dumb, blind and stupid not to realise the extent of her crush on him. His lack of move making is best explained by his colleague 'Basically he's decided not to be stupid with girls any more, he's not gonna go out with women he's not really interested in'. He likes J in a friendly way, he likes everybody, that's just the type of guy he is. But the down side to his niceness is that girls tend to willingly misinterpret his being nice as something more personal.
Wednesday, 8 September 2004
envy
Envy is one of the shitiest feelings in the world because it's petty and spiteful. The contradiction in feelings leaves you hurt and confused because sometimes you are truly happy for the person but at the same time so envious it's physically painful.
You are really and truly, happy for your friend because something fantastic is happening in their life, but at the same time you are so jealous of them that you want to scream. The jealousy starts you thinking about your own life which makes you sad and angry and leads to hostile feelings towards your friend and more intense jealousy which dissipates into severe guilt when you see your friend again.
No wonder it's a deadly sin.
You are really and truly, happy for your friend because something fantastic is happening in their life, but at the same time you are so jealous of them that you want to scream. The jealousy starts you thinking about your own life which makes you sad and angry and leads to hostile feelings towards your friend and more intense jealousy which dissipates into severe guilt when you see your friend again.
No wonder it's a deadly sin.
Saturday, 4 September 2004
hex
I have just spent half an hour trying to liven up my blog by adding some colour. As you can see I have failed miserably. I just can't figure out those 3 character colour codes in the css.
What ever happend to good old hexidecimal colour codes ?
What ever happend to good old hexidecimal colour codes ?
Friday, 3 September 2004
What would you do?
I got this email from a friend.
Something bizarre happened to me on Monday - I was propositioned with a lime - a whole one and yes, a fresh one too! Maybe it wasn't meant for me...who knows but basically, someone had slipped a lime into my luggage (while I was sitting at the other end of the carriage) and upon closer inspection, there was a name, number and message written on it. I don't know if it was a fellow passenger or someone walking around Paddington Station (or working there) who followed me onto the train. It makes me wonder that had I had a suitcase with a lock, what would they have done?!
I had a hold-all with no lock, by the way.
So what would you do? Would you call him? I am curious to find out what on earth possessed him to do this and why a lime??? What would you say?
I thought such a novel approach deserved a reply. So I advised her to call him but to do it from a phone box or dial 141 before dialing from home so he wouldn't get her number (just in case it was a weirdo).
She decided on a text message, and we were very disappointed to find out it was a couple of teenage twats having a laugh.
Something bizarre happened to me on Monday - I was propositioned with a lime - a whole one and yes, a fresh one too! Maybe it wasn't meant for me...who knows but basically, someone had slipped a lime into my luggage (while I was sitting at the other end of the carriage) and upon closer inspection, there was a name, number and message written on it. I don't know if it was a fellow passenger or someone walking around Paddington Station (or working there) who followed me onto the train. It makes me wonder that had I had a suitcase with a lock, what would they have done?!
I had a hold-all with no lock, by the way.
So what would you do? Would you call him? I am curious to find out what on earth possessed him to do this and why a lime??? What would you say?
I thought such a novel approach deserved a reply. So I advised her to call him but to do it from a phone box or dial 141 before dialing from home so he wouldn't get her number (just in case it was a weirdo).
She decided on a text message, and we were very disappointed to find out it was a couple of teenage twats having a laugh.
Thursday, 2 September 2004
epiphany
I'm never going to have a great job or be rich. I don't have a career to think about, or a boss that needs impressing. I don't have a reputation or an image to maintain, so fuck it. Why am I living in misery wishing for a life I'll never live, that I know would make me miserable if I did get it. Shouldn't I just live for the moment and make the best of what I do have?
I'll be full of regret what ever my decisions. I'm full of regret now and
I've done nothing - that's part of the regret.
I'll be full of regret what ever my decisions. I'm full of regret now and
I've done nothing - that's part of the regret.
Wednesday, 1 September 2004
37 points
Everyone in our office is playing email scrabble.
I have just scored 37 points using only 3 letters !!!
I got really excited.
How much of a nerd am I ?
I have just scored 37 points using only 3 letters !!!
I got really excited.
How much of a nerd am I ?
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