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| 17 Feb 10, 7:20 PM Adverse_Camber UK, 3 yrs   |
That is incredibly succintly put and describes the emotional screech I was doing yesterday in a really good way, with valid supporting reasons. Thank you x
"I see the shooting stars falling through your trembling hands..." | |
| 17 Feb 10, 8:08 PM MissKimberley NL, 8 yrs    |
The company I work for largely works on a project basis, we have 200 to 300 projects at any one time. We invoice other companies based on the actual work done, so we need to keep records of what gets done when. In order to ensure this, all my staff keep an exact record of what they do all day and what project they do it for. They work in an office environment, but everything they do is registered and reported. While it might not be the nicest thing to have to do, it has allowed us (along with IT improvements) to have a record year in the middle of a recession. In other words, try to see the benefit for the company. It will benefit you to an extent if that means your company do well thus keeping you in work. “During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act” - George Orwell | |
| 17 Feb 10, 9:00 PM Grownup_Frankie UK, 4 yrs |
A few years back I got a job at the council, equalities division. Luckily for me I was part of a rather maverick team, I felt a great deal of personal pride in the work I did for my community, it was a great oportunity, but I was greatly puzzled by my co-workers, whom I would see laboriously filling in their clock cards, not only clocking them in and out but studiously annotating them when they went off to meetings. My meetings were always conducted out of the office, an doutside office hours, and there were many of them, but I never bothered to fill in my clock card in such meticulous detail. There was even one guy who would write down every call he made, the length of time he was on the phone, what he said, etc etc etc - he spent half his day just RECORDING the other half. Our office was 'serviced' by a team of secretaries - all women, in a room down the corridor. This was my favoutie room in the whole building. The woman in charge of that department had the power to make one's life very easy, or impossible, depending upon her whim. Paperwork delayed, lost, misfiled, you know the sort of thing. At the end of three years when I was leaving I was required to profer my patchy, incomplete, smudged cards (no-one had ever looked at them until then). I gave them to this Matriarchial Goddess, offered her my best smile, and asked her to 'do something' with them. As luck would have it I was one of Her favourites, so they were 'lost' in the system. For All Time.
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| 17 Feb 10, 9:19 PM Adverse_Camber UK, 3 yrs |
Thank you...I am working on it!
"I see the shooting stars falling through your trembling hands..." | |
| 17 Feb 10, 9:21 PM Adverse_Camber UK, 3 yrs |
I bet you have that effect on a lot of women!
"I see the shooting stars falling through your trembling hands..." |
