Cubicle: A word derived from the english words cubic and hole which describes both the shape and sensation of occupying the workspace.
C'mon, say it "cubic hole". I think I'm right.
So I made a post a while back, I'm back working for the government, I fought with them for more money per hour. I'm actually making more now than I ever have before, but they don't need to know that. What cheeses me off is I'm worth every penny they're paying my temp agency.
But that's not what this post is about. Most people reading my journal are making less than me, but here's where you guys are probably doing better than I am.
I know I could elaborate on that statement, but which fucking industrial psychologist thought that pink with beige cabinets would be optimal for anything other than soul-sucking.
Now the pink cubicle, while not only being a reality, is a eupemism for everything else that goes on there. Key highlights from my first 4 days at work includes:
- Job responsibilities change approximately every 3 hours.
- My computer password changes when my boss decides to change it for me.
- My hours of work change depending on my boss' mood.
- The paperwork trail is murderous and convoluted.
- Most of my desk has filing cabinets under it, thus restricting the possibilities for where to sit.
- The cafeteria is only refuge, and it's not a very good one.
Let the drinking begin!
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