My "real" job, photographer is brilliant, in fact it's so good, it doesn't feel like work.
I also work part time in a net cafe, which is a bit shitty. It's good that I can surf most of the time, but shitty, in that's in a multi-user centre, about 20 groups use the place, and we all share a kitchen. I haven't been a member of kitchen politics, since halls of residence. Ie, bringing in my own teaspoon because some cunt keeps nicking them, and hiding my coffee in my filing cabinet.
I also have to attend meetings, performance reviews, diversity training, one to one confabs etc, which are a fucking mystery to me.
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Thu 3 Nov 2011, 10:58, 1 reply, 14 years ago)

They are a mystery to everyone.
I have managed to get my review down to "Good year" or "Bad year". The rest is a waste of oxygen.
(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Thu 3 Nov 2011, 11:03, Reply)

Next month,
I have to "set personal goals and targets for action plan", "reflect on work, ie challenges/successes", and "discuss milestones".
What in the name of blistering fuck is THAT about?
(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Thu 3 Nov 2011, 11:07, Reply)

New shit you can do for us next year.
Tell us what you did for us this year.
Tell us whether you did all the shit we asked you to do last year.
(Set your faces to Stunned Bigly, Thu 3 Nov 2011, 11:15, Reply)

*Awards Plain English Award*

(Bear Pookie The Frankly Challenged. Halloween is coming to town., Thu 3 Nov 2011, 11:20, Reply)