I was crunching some numbers today, filling in a spreadsheet, running through a bunch of calculations that screamed at me for more typo's. They were hungry and not getting enough, making it too easy for me. Kept me constantly checking and rechecking my entries straining my eyes getting confused back tracking to recheck and forgetting where I was and starting over going "oh yeah" I already did that one and checking it off only to start on the next line and going through the routine again inverting numbers and backing and retyping over and over again.
I'm a line drawer, an illustrator, a colorist, a writer. I didn't sign on for bean counting. Oh yeah, technology has really developed this process. Yeah, just what geekdom wants. Numbers. Yeah, that's it. 4 of the last 26 years I have been pounded as a round peg into a square hole daily. I'm tired. I dunno. Maybe time to retire from the govt. job. They don't care anyway. I've watched most of my career go down the shitter when They decided They wanted me to do my job differently 4 years ago. Our product went away. It's now under construction. Younger employees are hired and they move on within a few months. The old hands are slowly retiring. Decades of experience are sliding out the door. Nobody cares. Politics has become more important than the product more important than the trench dwellers that work all day to make Them look good more important than a twinkling dew-laden pasture at sunrise, the mourning doves cooing.
I hate my job. Working in a cubicle in a filthy building with filthy air conditioning filters for people who only have their own asses in their best interest is driving me mad. So what else is new.
I figured this out all by myself.
Does that make me a pretty fart smeller or what?
Monday, March 19, 2007
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