Nobody believes me when I say I hate paperwork, because I'm incredibly anal about it. But it's so much easier to deal with and get out of the way when it's organized! There's absolutely no satisfaction in taking a pile of forms and reports and sorting through them for three hours, because at the end of it all, you've still got just a pile of forms and reports.
That's not the real reason I'm irritated, though those three hours that were stolen from my life yesterday didn't help. It's because I'm slowly realizing that my supervisors don't understand the tools they're using to supervise me. I barely understand the programs myself, but after sifting through dozens of convoluted inventory and sales reports it sure seems like I've got a better idea of how it works than they do. I've just about given up trying to explain it to them, but I half-suspect they're being obtuse on purpose since shortages are taken out of my paycheck. What they should be doing is wondering whether it's worth making me waste three hours on the clock just to scrape a little off the top of my pay. Oh well. You know, before this job I didn't think Dilbert was funny.
On the plus side, I also got to climb up into the ceiling and do some rewiring. Making my way between ducts and pipes, kicking up eight years of dust... Okay, not the greatest chore, but afterward I had something concrete to show for it when the electronic signs started working again. After everything else, it was very satisfying to have actually accomplished something in the real world.
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