I wrote a song.... it's called Working Sucks... it goes like this...
Da da da doo da deeba da di do doo...
Working sucks!
Da da do dee
Working suuuucks!
Da da do dee
Working!
DA!
SUCKS!
DEE!
ok, so I wont quit my day job (kind of ironic, no?)
I'm at work! Seems like all I do is sit at this bloody computer and input numbers all day.. and graph things... and type things.. Oye, remind me I never want a desk job - unless it's something I actually enjoy.
So, I might be moving eh? Jobs, I mean. Turns out that the powers that be at this company dont like me working in the same office as my father, even though he's not my direct supervisor. It's not really an issue that me might show favourites, it's more technical than that. You see, with two family members working in a company, a manager and an accountant for example, things can go wrong. There, you have two signing authorities that can, theoretically, send money to places they shouldn't be sending it (ie. perhaps personal bank accounts). That's the policy.
But that doesn't apply here. I'm just doing office work. Typing out forms, and I sure as hell dont have signing authority. So does that mean I've still gotta be moved? Apparently. The dude that is gonna decide that was supposed to be here this morning and hasn't showed yet..
That sucks because I really feel like I'm accomplishing something here. Oh well... I guess when I'm just a summer temp, I bend to their will - but that doesn't mean I have to like it.
Gotta go, I'll write about more later I'm sure....
Until next time......
*fade to black*
:: Eldorado ::
Thursday, May 20, 2004 ::
12:59:00 PM
