Don’t get me wrong, folks. The world is full of beauties and the creeps. When I blog, I really base my contents on what I observe. I know what appears to be bad or wrong is temporary. And everything and everyone moves forward as if nothing happened or has been lost and forgotten over time.
What has happened over the past two days is really just perfect timing. Again, I don’t like to stay contracted with one client for more than a year. That’s unfair to me and to the client. Plus, it gives the dummy the opportunity to pick up where I left off. Seriously, there is little to nothing left to do that the full time staff could pick up without us temp workers.
A few minutes ago I inquired with the dummy on how she handled the primary activity, which is can be finished by one person in one day or ideally by tomorrow for reporting purposes. For all I know, I’ve been unchecking the “All Types” box. This is supposed to narrow down the selections for more precise “matching” between sales orders and lot numbers. Now I understand why there is a “backlog”: The box was unchecked!
Since we temps are not giving a thorough understanding of why the box should or should not be checked, we are supposed to just close our eyes to the process, cross our fingers that the the customers will be satisfied and give the boss some glimmer of dim hope. It was my hope, at least, to troubleshoot the areas for improvement from down here — us lowly-paid, slaves.
Oh, and speaking of improvement: Please let me know what I’m doing wrong and how I could improve my set of responsibilites. Again, I can’t go to the dummy, because it’s hard for her to explain what the full time staff passed on to her. And I can’t go to the full time staff because they are too busy with their activities and have already passed on their knowledge to the dummy. And so I simply gave up and pretended to know what I was doing and blog online to keep busy.
When one is immortal, shaking up the status quo, testing the dummies and making life miserable for most, I suppose that keeps the smarter ones from going insane and having fun at the same time with the rest of us. The price really for giving up one’s soul is INSANITY.
“Don’t work to hard.” Manong Ben to me this morning and each time I would see him in the lobby of our local parish after mass.
I used to work hard in my previous employer. Now I have to learn to smile and laugh now, if only the nerves around my mouth would turn upward.
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