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So this just happened

Monday, November 12th, 2012

Two weeks ago I got a little hot-headed at work because of reasons and I felt really crappy so I took a week off, based on nonorganic insomnia. Which in doctor terms is “headcase” put in nice terms. Seriously, things got so fucked up at work that I just couldn’t cope with it anymore. It’s just… I love my work, I’m good at it and also fuck you, I know shit, so it’s not that. It’s also nothing to do with the guys I work with (exception being this mid-level manager who’s a right dick and who used to do me head in, but not anymore because i told him to shove it. i did. honestly. ), because the guys are so much fun and nice and fun and cute and cuddly it’s not even real life, to be honest.

It’s the management. They do everything in their power to make us workers feel like shit and it’s not even funny anymore. I’m not getting any deeper into that shit, cuz of reasons, again. Let’s just leave it at that. At this point.

So what gives? Here I am, once again suffering from early symptoms of burn out and whaddyaknow, it’s November. This is beginning to look like this other film that I saw two years ago. Even the doctors have the same lines.

So I decided to give a ring to the local mental health department and I now have an appointment with an actual shrink and I may or may not be given the verdict of bi-polar. We shall see.

This then

Tuesday, September 4th, 2012

So yesterday we had a staff meeting and the whole bloody factory got slapped with a lay-off. Starting from the 17th and lasting for 5-10 days. Isn’t this just fucking grand? You know, I don’t mind the short break, because I’m a lazy fat-ass, but really. It hits me where it hurts, the wallet. I’ve got bills to pay and shit to buy, I could’ve bloody well used the paycheck from the entire month, thankyouverymuch.

On a side note, in this job that I have? I’m damn good. I know I’m good at it, indeed I’m fucking ace in it. And everybody else in this factory knows it. It’s not just my delusions, I am that good.

But that’s that then. Lay-off looming upon moi. I’ll just write and run the 5-10 days. Oh yes.

It’s a yay

Monday, April 30th, 2012

So I got this phonecall from a woman on a Friday two weeks ago. She invited me to an interview on Monday. To which I went. And started working last Wednesday. Fuck me, I may actually have to join the club of people who have been called to work from the comfort of their own home. 😀 I never sent an application or anything.

What I do is nesting. Which is a technical term for sitting infront of a pooter and using autocadish program so guys in the factory have something to do, other than waving their arms about. I had no idea about any of it, but I think I might be getting the hang of it. The contract is for a tad over a year, so rock on.

Fuck yea. *dances a victory jig*


Sunday, March 18th, 2012

I have a job interview on Tuesday. \o/ It’s on Oulu, which means I have to drive there (how bad is the situation with finnish public transportation if driving is the surest way to get from a to b on time?) and that takes a bit of thinking (i don’t like thinking much) as to how much time I need to reserve for the trip.

I don’t mind. I’m already absolutely fully booked for the month of March. It’s ridiculous, I know! I told the man calling about the interview I quite appreciate the irony of an unemployed having to check calendar for suitable time for job interview. I don’t know if he appreciated it, but I told him I did anyways.

Gah. I need to check in with the local job centre for a re-schedule for that personality test I mentioned earlier. Because I bloody well double booked myself! Yay me! Also I need to summon all my diplomas and what-nots (that’s pretty much sorted already) and then possibly try to look up on the company, in case they decide to ask if I know anything about them (not really).

So it’s on Tuesday. Wish me luck.


Wednesday, November 10th, 2010

You know, I’m not so bummed about losing my job as I am losing my office space. I know I know, weird, eh? (to tell you the truth losing the job picks my butt SO fucking bad i cannot fathom it)

The biggest reason I’m going to miss this office space is the red little fella who’s been running up and down the tree trunks behind my window. It’s a terribly cute squirrel. I’ve seen him everyday and I think he has seen me, because at times he stops to sit on a branch and stares back at me. Either with a food item (i suppose) in his mouth or just … you know, sitting there, all squirrely-like. He has this beautiful, rusty-red shaded fur and he seems to be in a very good health, judging from the lack of bald spots on his fur or tail for that matter. I guess I’ll be making a small adjustment to my normal walking routes and start passing this building with pocket full of nuts every other day or so.

Damn I’m going to miss that squirrel. Sqrl.