helen-louise (baratron) wrote,

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Today is hate my job day.

Most of the time I quite like my job. I've said nice things about it before, and honestly, most of the time I do actively enjoy it. However, today was awful and I want to rant. I took on a couple of extra shifts this week because (a) I could do with the money and (b) I need to build up my attendance record, which has been awful lately. (Pretty much all the shifts I've missed have been genuine illness, but in this job few people are good enough not to be replaceable. They only sack people if they consistently miss shifts without at least ringing in, but shifts are allocated according to your attendance record. When there isn't much work going, it gets given to the best people. Great if you're doing well, not so good if you're ill all the time like I am). I knew there was a reason I don't usually work on Friday nights.

Basically, ringing people at home on a Friday night sucks! Trying to get people to do a survey just isn't going to happen when people are either going out or sitting in front of the telly. The project I was doing today is quite interesting - it's about mobile phones, and I usually get 4 or 5 interviews in a 4 hour shift. Today, I got one - and that, only just before it was time to leave for the night. Thank God I got that one, though, because I was feeling extremely down. Tomorrow I have the joys of a double shift - starting at 10 and finishing at 7.30pm. Not only am I dreading having to get up at 8am, as I've been completely knackered lately, sleeping for 12 or 14 hours a day - but the thought of 8 1/2 mind-numbing hours is hardly likely to have me springing out of bed.

I take comfort from the fact that many others before me have done my job and hated it. We have books by the phones containing an alphabetical list of jobs, which we use to work out people's social classification. These books are only printed on one side of the page, and so the blank pages are covered in strange doodles that bored people have made. I found a rather existential poem which went:
I have done very well today - I had 6 completes.
And now I do not wish to ring anyone else
Ever again.

There was also an eight-line one which started:
"I'm not interested. Don't you know Sunday is the day of rest and reflection?"
Not interested? Well, neither am I!

waffled for a while about how annoying it is to work on a Sunday, and ended:
The inanity of daily life must go on
anger breeding anger as our reluctant solicitations go on.

I thought that was rather good, until I noticed the repetition of "go on". Oh well. It's difficult to write a decent piece of poetry whilst continually listening to answerphone messages and people hanging up on you. At one point this evening I considered writing "I hate this job" once for every person who hung up, but that would have involved more effort than I could be bothered with.

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