THIS SUCKS ASS

I’m *still* at work. I realize that for many of you, little pity will be forthcoming for someone who usually gets off work at 3pm, but please appreciate that I have been here since 6:30am, I will likely be here for another half-hour AT LEAST, and I have almost no evenings to myself.

Also, I’m supposed to meet my good friend Marc Saurette for dinner, and I’m going to be late – I haven’t seen him in at least six months, and we’ve got tons of catching up to do before he moves to live with his girlfriend in Victoria, BC at the end of April.

This is all part of a continued lack of communication on the part of my team leader, who REFUSES to acknowledge that I am no longer doing my old job, that someone else has held the position for over a month, and that she is fully competent so not every part of my old job has to be done by me. I am already doing another, completely new and more challenging job. Also? I AM NOT THE MANAGER HERE. It is not my position to be delegating work to the Clerk, that is my team leader’s job. I can help her out, instruct her, whatever, but he needs to establish deadlines and keep her informed of requests that are passed on verbally to HIM, NOT ME.

Rage, rage, rage.

What A Way To Make A Livin’

In honour of my new work schedule, I’ve decided to sing a little tune for y’all. It’s a Dolly Parton classic from the eighties, updated for the slightly more hectic modern age.

Maestro, if you please…

Tumble out of bed and stumble to the kitchen;
pour myself a cup of ambition,
and yawn, and stretch, and try to come to life.
Jump in the shower, and the blood starts pumping;
out on the street, the traffic starts jumping,

with folks like me on the job from six to nine.

Six to nine, what a way to make a living;
barely getting by, it’s all taking and no giving.
They just use your mind,
and you never get the credit;
it’s enough to drive you crazy,
if you let it.

They let you dream just to watch them shatter;
You’re just a step on the boss man’s ladder,
But you’ve got dreams he’ll never take away.
In the same boat with a lot of your friends;
Waitin’ for the day your ship’ll come in,
And the tide’s gonna turn,
and it’s all gonna roll your way.

Six to nine, for service and devotion;
you would think that I would deserve a fair promotion;
want to move ahead, but the boss won’t seem to let me.
I swear some-times, that man is out to get me.

Six to nine, they’ve got you where they want you;
There’s a better life,
and you dream about it, don’t you?
It’s a rich man’s game,
no matter what they call it;
And you spend your life
putting money in his pocket.

That concludes our musical interlude for this evening. Don’t let my medley fool you — I enjoyed my first official shift at the Snail. Earned myself nigh on thirty dollars for it, too! Which of course, I promptly spent on the second hardcover collection of League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. What do you want from me, it was Alan Moore’s 50th birthday yesterday! Can I not celebrate the man’s birthday? Sheesh!