Workin' for The Men

Tired...

The job has entered another of those phases where there's a lot being asked for in a short period of time, with not enough people to make it happen. That's when the phone calls from the Hobbit & his father ~ the "MD"/CN start... then they start turning up & issuing contradictory directives, get in the way of what practical work I can do, then complain that the place isn't making enough profit.

And all the employment agency 'consultants' seem to have gone to ground, again, as there've been no responses to any enquiries I've sent off lately.

My brain hurts, various muscles are awakening in bad moods & I just want to go home, sleep for a while, then play some guitar.

Whimper... whinge... moan...

Rhetorical

At what point does one put one's basic requirements before those of one's job?

I NEED a holiday but can only, terrifyingly, begin to imagine the chaos that would not only follow such a request, but the mess that would ensue if it was granted & I was away for a couple of weeks... not to mention the reluctance to return that such a break would inevitably foster.

Given it's now been almost a year since I last worked in my industry of choice & the Christmas/New Year period is a dead zone for both activity & movement in same ~ it would seem I'm staring down the barrel of notching up a year in a dead-end, thankless retail job I thought I'd only be in for a month at most... back in January.

The other rhetorical question of the night is: How do the b@#t@#$s of the world know when they've captured a good one & how do they know exactly which strings to pull to engage & ensure the professional attitude of the 'good one' enough to cause the requisite self-doubt, reluctance to boat-rock & engage the professional, self-sacrificing attitude which leads inexorably to either meltdown or eruption... upon which they can sack you & find another fool?

And how do they keep getting away with it??!!

Perhaps, as I said to SarinG earlier tonight, it's simply that the b@#t@#$s of the world outnumber the nice ones by about 20 to 1... at least. And there's no comfort in the knowledge that the only number greater than that of the b@#t@#$s, is that of the f@#$ing stupid.

I'd like to think I fall into neither of the major categories, but where exactly does that leave me?

I separate my life into 3 sections: Personal, Professional, Musical. Right now, there are problems in each of them ~ some are bigger than others, some are more out-of-my-control than others, but it all contributes to a less than satisfactory balance right now. I usually like to have at least one of the three going well enough to offset the others.

"... It's been a bad day. Please don't take a picture..."