So what is a blog exactly? (and what do they do?!)
So here I am a little confused where to start with this so I'll just
dive right in. A very close friend once told me it was important to
express your thoughts and feelings (something I am very difficult at)
by writing them down. This blog is now my recycled, fully lined,
spiralled, A4 size jotter pad!
There are a lot of things playing on my mind at the moment, although
not necessarily huge, their culmination is causing me a little
distress. For example, why can't I get a decent nights sleep?? It is
1.12am and I'm due in work in 6 hours and 3 mins. Does that mean I'll
get the time inbetween as Zzzz's? No of course not. If I'm lucky and
that's a big if, I will possibly doze off around 2am after much
tossing and turning to get comfortable. That coupled with my later
than usual dinner and 2 cups of coffee will either give me 3-4 hours
of disrupted sleep or have me getting up inbetween those hours for a
much needed visit to pisser!
Another thing anoying me is my flexi time in work. As long as I work
37 hours a week I can come and go as I please from mon-fri, no
questions asked. Sounds like a good thing right?
WRONG! - Sure it's brilliant when I saunter in on a mon and fri at around 11am,
take my lunch from 12-1pm, then leave at around 3.30pm. Those days I love! BUT the downside of that is that Tues-Thurs I end up working
like 2 men and a wee lad from 7.15am to 6.30pm with only a 30 mins
compulsary break inbetween!! - Now, already I can hear the screams of
well then go in earlier or stay later on monday's and friday's, or the old
Belfast cracker..."well that's swings and roundabouts..." whatever the
f**k that is supposed to mean; but my trouble is this:
How do they expect me to maintain my hours during the week when it's now 1.31am
and I'm still not sleeping and wide awake with a full bladder!?!?
In truth, flexi hours are a myth. They are only there to confuse and
abuse you. Your friends and family call on you as the White knight in
shining armor when an emergency arises and they think u can 'get out
of work' at any time to help them free whatever one of the Rapunzel
sisters may be stuck in their ivory tower this time; but little do
they realise that although it's a Friday and you normally finish early
on a friday, that this Friday is the one day you can't.
Because yes, you went in at your normal time of 11, and yes you had your
normal lunch from 1-2pm but today you actually aren't able to finish at
3.30pm as today you have to stay until 6.30pm as you still have over
20 flexi hours to make up before the end of next week.
So in actual fact you won't be the guy getting away early on the
Friday. Today you will be the guy who walks around the town late at
night on his own, you will be the weirdo in the bus shelter with bags
under his eyes waiting impatiently for the last bus to arrive...all
the while secretly hating your non-flexi time working friends - your
run of the mill 9 to fivers who you know are just after their lovely
warm dinner, sitting in their warm cosy house with their wife n kids
with probably a cold beer in hand!!!!
And of course dont forget about the other greasy bus shelter weirdo
whom your now stuck with making small conversation with, at the back
of the bus because the remaining battery life on you iPod just died as
he sat down beside you! Oh and one final thing.....did I mention your
also soaked to the skin because the rain came on just as you left work
and you forgot your umbrella but were unable to go back for it because
you had to stay UNTIL 6.30PM AND THE BUILDING IS NOW BLOODY CLOSED!!!!
So in short, do the right thing...get a job a Tesco!
(P.s. At the third stroke the time sponsered by accurist will be
1.54am! Beep, beep.....fucking BEEP!!)
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