Friday, May 06, 2005
Friday work
The Wachovia Championship is in town this weekend and while most people in my industry are walking around Quail Hollow Country Club, I am in the office with my bosses wife, our service manager, and our new project manager. Granted we are a small company of just over 50 employees, but how do I manage to be one of the last ones stuck in the office on a Friday afternoon. The commercial department has been dead all day, my boss left at noon, our A/P was gone at 1:30, the bosses daughter bolted at 2:00, our other finance guy was out at 3:00. Yet somehow I have managed to stick around and let my bosses wife think up "cute little projects" for me to do next week. Riiiiight. I will conveniently be busier than a rooster in a hen house next week until she forgets about those little assignments. There is only so many games of kitty cannon that one guy can play before he starts wishing he was the one being thrown from the cannon.
# posted by Poot @ 7:00 PM 
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Here's a catch 22. I get paid esentially for the work I do. Don't feel like working? Ok, make it up next week, fine, on commission, that's the way it works I guess. The kicker is this. All the women in our office are 8-5'ers. They have to stick around. Other sales folks leave early, like 3 or earlier. So I am sitting there, knowing I am not supposed to leave the women there alone, going Shit, damn it, this sucks. Playing Spider Solitare only entertaines for so long. I started t telling them to leave at 4:30, I would catch teh phone. If I have to be there that late, with nothing to do and no motivation to find more work, I would rather be there alone. At least I can surf the net and play the music as loud as I want.
Damn I just no wnoticed that Wha has a link to your blog on his, welcome to the obviously deprived work fleet known as work bloggers my friend. Your just fitting right into the JDGA persona, what a great Poot.
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