life, in snippets

On the occasions that I decide to have junk food for lunch, it’s usually a kiddie combo. It’s more than enough food for a Mahal, it’s comparatively cheap, and there are toys. (Yes, in spirit I’m about three.) Thanks to excessive penguins (Happy Feet) and lack-of-stock of whatever the current promotion was, my work PC is now sporting the ornament of a plastic egg, and a stuffed-toy penguin. It’s adorable.

I’m still pondering what to do here. The grumbles I have are rather minor, when all is taken into account. It’s ennui, rather than bad conditions. Woe is me, I cannot Internet at work. Yes, I’m bored, and no, I don’t want to work helpdesk forever. And man alive I wish I was allowed a distraction. Ebooks. My ipod. SOMETHING.

But, this is a good workplace. I have good workmates, my boss is a good man. Particularly in relation to things like excessive sick leave, and so on. I know I’m lucky to have landed the job, and be given the training I have, and so on and so forth.

I think, in the end, I’ll be in no rush to move on. But if I do spot a really nice role, one that allows me to train or move into administration, I may apply. At worst, I’ll end up remaining here, which isn’t really complaint worthy.

And in the meantime, pray for an end to boredom.

Work manages to be simultaneously busy and eye-clawingly boring. One of my coworkers refuses to stop browsing the internet, prompting searing rage on my part, because DAMMIT BOSS TALK TO HIM AND MAKE IT STOPPPP.

I have automated most of my drudge work – this was a pleasant afternoon’s scripting, and now makes my work life even more boring, as I have nothing to do, even menial drudgery. Mind you, the “ooh clever” from the script is far more pleasant than “dear gods I haaate drudgery arrgh”.

I have been sick, again, which I’m thoroughly unimpressed at. I swear, I am not a piker, I actually want to go to work, despite the aforementioned boredom, because I do mostly like my job, and I hate being ill, and I don’t want to be considered lazy for periodically not showing up.

It is genuine. Nausea and fevery on Thursday. It wasn’t any fun at all, in fact.

Sometime next year, I may consider hunting for admin or training roles. I am realising that service desk isn’t bad, but it’s not what I want to do. When I interviewed for this job, I explained to my now-bosses that part of the attraction of service desk? Was that I only knew what I didn’t enjoy doing.

This job is teaching me what I do enjoy doing, and it’s not entirely this. Troubleshooting, creating solutions? Yes. Dealing with farking whiny asshats all day every day? No.

The company IT Satisfaction Survey went out a couple weeks ago. Before receiving the collated responses, Bossman wandered over to us.
“Is there anyone whose responses I need to ignore on this thing?”
“Huh?”
“You know. Anyone who whines on principle or treats you guys like shit.”
“Oh. Um. No-one in particular?”
“Amazing. Last year there were ten.”

The job has it’s compensations…