I’ll probably cave in and go to work on Tuesday, simply because I need the money. I wish I could just can it, because they don’t deserve any level of loyalty from me.
Friday was not a good day. I missed my ulcer medication and the little bastard was in full swing all day. I told my manager about the Graphic Design course and got the response I expected. No matter that my job is so shite and banal that I’d get just as much done in five hours as in the forty they demand from me, I have to turn up for my mandated soul destroying five days a week, nine to gone five or else some sort of character conflict will cause the office to go into meltdown. So they’ll let me go if that’s okay.
Then I discovered what I’ll have to do if I do make it in. I’ll be covering for queen bee of the clerical support staff. Upon having the job fully explained to me I wanted to cry, it was so stupid. I could replace her with a few hundred lines of VBA and some Outlook rules. I’m not allowed to, of course, because if I don’t check and update this spreadsheet three times a day until the drool dribbles down my chin then the world is going to stop spinning on its axis and we don’t want that.
By the end of the day I wanted to break something. I haven’t felt so much like screaming in a very long time. This sort of shit is exactly why I want to change direction.
Okay, I’ll stop ranting now.
Finally, Americans are coming round to the stupidity of their government- a poll this week shows that more would vote against Wubble U than for him. Of course, more people voted against him than for him last time and he still won, but we can hope.
And it would have been preferrable if the American public had noticed he was an arsehole before people started dying needlessly, but, again, we can’t have everything.
Round one of the Fox News versus Al Franken lawsuit has gone, rightly, Franken’s way.