Feeling so much better now. Nothing like a lunch hour to clear your head. It also helps that I bought a bag of Crispy Minis and am almost done devouring them all 40 mins later. Not that I'm not still bored of course, I'm just not "so bored I'm going to die and no one in this office will save me because they're all under the thumb of the Lord of Accounting and thus live in and with boredom and this is all part of the master plan, isn't it?"
There is hope for distraction! Hooray!
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So this is the way it's going to be?
I realized something about my dreaded 12:30pm imposed lunch time. Actually, technically a good friend of mine told me and I realized nothing on my own. Obviously the reason my boss told me (that it's less confusing for clients if I take my lunch at 12:30) is bull. Clients will call when they call and will use the automated voice thing if they get it and no one cares. Here's what it's really about (or so it seems): he couldn't keep track of how much break time I was using. I was going for my lunch at random times between 12:30-1:30, depending basically what I felt like doing and if I had to meet up with anyone. So it was much harder for him to know if I was taking long lunches. Now he can track me. Track me like a vampire tracks Bella Swan. *mutters something incoherent but disgruntled*
Etiquette Shmettiquette
Oh clothing, dear clothing... When I started working office jobs my mom took me shopping for appropriate clothing, and since my office is somewhat casual this wasn't the horrendous tailored jackets and colour coordinated slacks one might imagine, but consisted of a few collared shirts, some cute sweaters, and dressy t-shirts (that cover the tummy and cleavage areas of course), and of course some dress pants and skirts. I was instructed to never have bare legs in the office (tights/stockings under skirts or pants worn at all times), never wear jeans, keep my shoulders covered (no tank tops? Boo!), the crappy dirty old canvas flats I love so dearly, and to not at any time wear one of my home-made t-shirts. It was also suggested that part of office attire means wearing more make up than I tend to (meaning more than cover up under my eyes).
The make-up aside, I more or less abided by these rules except for one. As soon as the weather warmed up I shunned tights. I'm considering shunning sleeves too. It's just so warm and unnecessary! It's not like I'm planning on wearing a camisole to work, but come on, a wide-strapped tank top? Who cares? Maybe I'll just change my role here to be the "funky and slightly off-beat" receptionist.
At least I'm not wearing fuzzy yellow track pants, which is more than I can say for one of my coworkers. (HOW the Lord of Accounting let that slip I'll never know!)
The make-up aside, I more or less abided by these rules except for one. As soon as the weather warmed up I shunned tights. I'm considering shunning sleeves too. It's just so warm and unnecessary! It's not like I'm planning on wearing a camisole to work, but come on, a wide-strapped tank top? Who cares? Maybe I'll just change my role here to be the "funky and slightly off-beat" receptionist.
At least I'm not wearing fuzzy yellow track pants, which is more than I can say for one of my coworkers. (HOW the Lord of Accounting let that slip I'll never know!)
Disasters averted
There's nothing more satisfying than a mistake averted. Like when you realize you missed something on a document that you left on your boss' desk to sign and then manage to print off a corrected copy and put it on their desk before they notice. Or, as happened to me just now, when it looks as though you made a huge mistake in invoicing a client, and your boss is the one who brings it up to you (no chance of fixing it without them knowing!) but then you find their file and along with it the evidence that there was no mistake and everything is according to procedure. PHEW! Relief. Satisfaction.
(A swift change in tone)
Hey, that last one was my 100th post! Would you look at that. If this was a network television show or real publication of any kind some sort of celebration would surely follow.
Once more and I'll burst!
Okay, I've tried THREE TIMES to post on here now and it keeps on not letting me! Come on, Blogger, what's your issue??? I'm not even going to try to make this a post of substance now, I am THAT frustrated! I'm not even going to loosely summarize what I tried to say before! Take THAT.
A new way to avoid work!
I've thought of a new way to not work without looking like you're slacking! I've actually been instinctively doing this for a while and just realized it. Eating. It's brilliant. If you've got nothing to do and you're slacking off, when someone is about to walk behind you and you have to go to your emergency "could be legitimate work" screen (you know, the spreadsheet, the Word document, whatever else it is that you do), instead of staring blank-eyed at the screen until they walk away, try a new approach: lean back casually and take a bite of your banana, a sip of your tea, or start snacking on chips.
Think about it! It's not slacking at all to take a moment's break from your work to nurse your hot tea in the morning or have a quick snack. You can lean back and enjoy your life, if only for a moment with this subversive act of resistance! Plus, it's way more interesting than pretending to figure out the numbers on a spreadsheet. It's also tastier.
Think about it! It's not slacking at all to take a moment's break from your work to nurse your hot tea in the morning or have a quick snack. You can lean back and enjoy your life, if only for a moment with this subversive act of resistance! Plus, it's way more interesting than pretending to figure out the numbers on a spreadsheet. It's also tastier.
She's back.
After a sudden onset of bussing-to-work-on-Monday-morning-I-swear-I-was-actually-sick-and-not-prolonging-the-weekend illness that has been remedied with hours of daytime sleep, internet episodes of Sex and the City and Friends, yoga, and (once the stomach settled) cookie dough, I am back! Being just sick enough to miss work but not so sick I was miserable in bed was lovely yesterday, and I highly recommend everyone tries it once and a while.
In my absence there has been one major change to the office: air conditioning! Well, sort of. We have one of those stand-alone air conditioners now and it kind of work except that it's not very strong and is in the corner of the office where the photocopier and fax machine lie (which will make the use of those machines slightly more bearable). But still, cool air is sort of being pumped into our stuffy office, and this is a nice thing.
In my absence there has been one major change to the office: air conditioning! Well, sort of. We have one of those stand-alone air conditioners now and it kind of work except that it's not very strong and is in the corner of the office where the photocopier and fax machine lie (which will make the use of those machines slightly more bearable). But still, cool air is sort of being pumped into our stuffy office, and this is a nice thing.
Look at me, Ma, no wires!
Okay, so I've joined the marketing team for this new thing called Energi to Go, which is a battery-powered charger for your iPod that you can take with you wherever you go. If this is not self-explanatory, the idea is that when your battery dies on your commute or what-have-you, you won't be stuck with the horrors of no music/videos until you get home. You just flip on the Energi to Go and your iPod charges while it plays. Technology at its finest.
I just got mine in the mail. Actually, it got couriered to my office which made me feel really special because I never get anything couriered to me, let alone at the office. It came in this really big box too, which probably made me look very important (or wasteful of office space, but whatever).
First impressions: not very impressed with Energizer (makers of this product) for their packaging. The product's packaging is fine. It's a little box with barely any extraneous plastic used to hold the slightly-bigger-than-your-average-iPod-sized charger and batteries. But like I said, they sent it to me in this huge box. While there is the upside of looking impressive when I sign for it, it was so FREAKING wasteful. And why did they send it to me in a huge box? Because they gave me a ridiculous Energizer Bunny along with it. I seriously don't know what to do with this thing because I sure don't want it. They could have sent this thing in a shoebox for Pete's sake. I am rolling my eyes and wagging my finger at you, Energizer! I guess I'll wait and see how the product fares before final judgement, but so far, not so hot.
I just got mine in the mail. Actually, it got couriered to my office which made me feel really special because I never get anything couriered to me, let alone at the office. It came in this really big box too, which probably made me look very important (or wasteful of office space, but whatever).
First impressions: not very impressed with Energizer (makers of this product) for their packaging. The product's packaging is fine. It's a little box with barely any extraneous plastic used to hold the slightly-bigger-than-your-average-iPod-sized charger and batteries. But like I said, they sent it to me in this huge box. While there is the upside of looking impressive when I sign for it, it was so FREAKING wasteful. And why did they send it to me in a huge box? Because they gave me a ridiculous Energizer Bunny along with it. I seriously don't know what to do with this thing because I sure don't want it. They could have sent this thing in a shoebox for Pete's sake. I am rolling my eyes and wagging my finger at you, Energizer! I guess I'll wait and see how the product fares before final judgement, but so far, not so hot.
I just can't let it go.
Still annoyed.
It's not helping my state of annoyment that my current task is to enter the bank statements for my boss' other very profitable company. So I get to see another way he's just pulling in the cash, all while paying me a not-good wage and controlling when I take my lunch.
What-ever.
It's not helping my state of annoyment that my current task is to enter the bank statements for my boss' other very profitable company. So I get to see another way he's just pulling in the cash, all while paying me a not-good wage and controlling when I take my lunch.
What-ever.
*grumble*
Just got back from break. Still annoyed. Stupid forced break times and stupid crowds on stupid Granville Island where I went to get greasy fries with which to drown my annoyed-ness and then got more annoyed because of the crowds and pigeons.
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