Moaning about my Job - Again

My future career path is slowly taking shape. I have chosen to do one night a week for twelve weeks initially and then progress onto the harder, more intense stuff once this has been completed. This however, does not solve the problem of being stuck in a job I'm not very keen on.

I don't want to bang on about how bad my job is because in many ways it's one of the better occupations Ive had - but in this instance I will.

My of biggest gripe is the management. For some reason they seem to think that you instantly know what they're talking about without ever explaining what it is they want. Often, the only way of finding out what they are on about is by trial and error. One facet of my role here is to look after all the IT equipment. I'm regularly kept out of discussions relating to the IT infrastructure and when attempting to get in on the conversation I'm met with " Well it doesn't really concern you". Of course it bloody well does, what do you think I'm being paid for?! It's seems that they see me as someone to blame when it all goes wrong or it doesn't do what they were expecting it to but at no point do they think it worth while to discuss their requirements or expectations beforehand.

Another thing that confuses me is the belief that staff meetings are irrelevant and useless. To my mind, if you're staff know what is going on in the wider picture then they can react better to any problems that may be confronted with.

Unfortunately my wage is rather good and I would be hard pushed to find a similar financial package elsewhere, especially in this economic climate. At least night school will be providing me with a little light at the end of the tunnel.

Playground Antics

I was in the middle of a difficult situation yesterday, one that I last saw whilst in year 11. I will spare the banal details but the end result was two grown men standing toe to toe ready to start exchanging knuckle sandwiches.

It happened around 3.00pm and has left me shocked and dissapointed. I'm friends with both parties and I'm appalled that they could could reduce it into such neanderthal behaviour. After much mud slinging one of the would be pugilists walked away whilst uttering expletives leaving the other, a former military man, with tears in his eyes.

It seems that when the bosses are away tempers flare and the reigns of power are left up for grabs to those who think they are the heir apparent.

I need a new job!

Monday.....again

Ok so I didn't sit down and go through the mountain of college prospectuses and course information that's been sitting on the arm of the sofa for the past month - but I did have a nice weekend which has given me a renewed sense of enthusiasm for the week ahead.
Luckily none of the senior figures are in work this week meaning that I have my office all to myself. I'm thinking of all the mischief I could get up to and all the naughty websites I could be looking at whilst the cats are away!
This week might not turn out to be that bad afterall!

Back to the grindstone

Our two week holiday in Cornwall came and went with the speed of an Arabian race horse at Aintree Races and I now find myself sitting at my desk at the end of my first week back wondering whether the last three weeks were all a dream.

We had a really great time whilst away and the mind numbing tedium that is my job was forgotten about enabling me to feel free again! It took until Wednesday of this week for the post-holiday blues to set in but once they did they took hold like a vice.

Bloody hell I need a change of career.

This is something that I have been slowly investigating over the last few months and this weekend I'm going to set aside an afternoon, most probably Sunday, to go through the options that appeal to me, and nail something down. The excitement that accompanies venturing into a new career is not new to me. I'm currently in my second deviation, the first being nursing which lasted for 6 years. I currently now work in an office environment and now realise that I was right all those years ago when I said that an office job wasn't for me. Why did I take such a job if I was sure it wasn't the right one?

Nothing ventured nothing gained I suppose. The idea of regular daytime working hours, having each and every weekend and public holiday off, and actually working for myself instead of everyone else was too tempting to resist. Having my weekends spread over Monday and Tuesday was not conducive to a happy life and the constant sickness and misery that I encountered during my working hours eventually left me drained.

Such is life.

Anyway I digress. Here's a few images from our trip.

As you can see - those dirty horrible English beaches really do look terrible!