Virtual insanity
My spirit animal/new favorite relative worked two hours today and said fuck it. Rest of the day off. Starting now.
I don’t think I was ever like that. Even when I submitted my one-month notice to this job on Dec. 1, 2019, I worked every available minute till Dec. 31.
Shit, I worked till Feb. 10. Full time. Pissed off the new employers something fierce. No wonder they never liked me after that.
Of course, it got me this job back, so I WIN, CINDY.
I notice, and I shouldn’t say it out loud, is I don’t focus well anymore. I mean, I do when I need to. But not like I used to.
Ever since they installed some software, I should have committed myself to proving what a kickass worker I am.
But not only did it cheese me off, my system requires a reboot at least 3x daily. Goodbye attention span.
My system shuts down Outlook to keep running Teams. So I have to remember what messages i was in the middle of reading or sending.
And forget it with Chrome. the thing spins constantly. But if I close down Teams, I might be able to do the research I need for the Word document … THAT JUST CLOSED TO RUN CHROME.
Yes I could and should use my own computer. It’s against the rules but, I imagine, so I saying fuck it and staring at a wall for two hours.
I’m not even jealous that she (my cousin, not my computer) can unplug when time off is declared. It’s that I don’t feel productive enough on my “on” time to deserve any off time.
Answering messages (constantly) on off days is actually a blessing for me. Oh, they still need me, hooray. Maybe they will forgive the “not being able to take calls because my stupid system decided that it won’t run SOUND anymore and I can’t afford to reboot and lose all my articles I am writing and editing.”
Honestly if they said it’s time to RTO, they could bribe me with a better computer.