Staying On
July 30th 2008 08:18
It’s so cold here tonight my left hand is almost incapable of typing. Can’t seem to do anything to get warm. Still, we could be having horrible storms like Auckland and the areas around it are having for the second time in a few days. That’s something we seldom get in Dunedin, thank goodness.
Well, my original job contract of seven or so months at work has run out, and I’m still working. Still getting paid (obviously the pay people haven’t noticed that the contract’s expired!). My own bosses want me to stay on, and say alternative measures will be put in place if my pay stops from Head Office. So I just keep checking my bank statement every fortnight and assume the money will be there as normal.
A second contract is supposed to be in the offing, but hasn’t quite got off the ground yet – and apparently will cause waves if it does get sent off. I just keep doing the job and keep praying everything will sort itself out in due course. My bosses are both used to working in a kind of chaos approach, so they don’t find it all particularly unusual. I’m a bit more of a person who likes to know what the day will bring, where possible!
After seven months in a job you’re at that point where you do a lot of things automatically. You no longer have to think about where the coffee’s kept, which lights get turned on and which don’t, what to do about the daily backups, the way the lock on the disabled toilet goes the
wrong way, the way you can rip your knuckle on the toilet roll holder in the men’s cubicle – the one that’s excess to requirements and should have been removed by now.
When you’ve reached this stage you start to feel at home. You know that the guy in the other office won’t yell if you pinch the newspaper first, you know a bit about his life outside the office, what his wife’s name is, and the fact that he prefers to walk home at night – even though it’s all uphill.
You begin to feel at home, something you never think you will when you first start a new job. You no longer feel as though you’ll break out in acne because you’ll do something really stupid.
Well, my original job contract of seven or so months at work has run out, and I’m still working. Still getting paid (obviously the pay people haven’t noticed that the contract’s expired!). My own bosses want me to stay on, and say alternative measures will be put in place if my pay stops from Head Office. So I just keep checking my bank statement every fortnight and assume the money will be there as normal.
A second contract is supposed to be in the offing, but hasn’t quite got off the ground yet – and apparently will cause waves if it does get sent off. I just keep doing the job and keep praying everything will sort itself out in due course. My bosses are both used to working in a kind of chaos approach, so they don’t find it all particularly unusual. I’m a bit more of a person who likes to know what the day will bring, where possible!
After seven months in a job you’re at that point where you do a lot of things automatically. You no longer have to think about where the coffee’s kept, which lights get turned on and which don’t, what to do about the daily backups, the way the lock on the disabled toilet goes the
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When you’ve reached this stage you start to feel at home. You know that the guy in the other office won’t yell if you pinch the newspaper first, you know a bit about his life outside the office, what his wife’s name is, and the fact that he prefers to walk home at night – even though it’s all uphill.
You begin to feel at home, something you never think you will when you first start a new job. You no longer feel as though you’ll break out in acne because you’ll do something really stupid.
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