So, yeah, I think I'm going to have to go part-time at work.
Yes, I need the money, and yes, I prefer working full-time, but I can't do that and put out my rubbish correctly.
I need to take at least one day off per week to concentrate on correctly dividing and packing my recyclables.
I could just about fit it in with my career when it was just the three different kinds of bins, but now I have the green bin, and the green box, and the blue bag, and now the white sack. I can't co-ordinate all that and hold down a full-time job.
If I caused contamination because I was distracted by having to work for a living, I'd never forgive myself!
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Tuesday, 6 April 2010
Sunday, 7 September 2008
What a dream I had...
Well, I didn't need a professional dream interpreter to get the point of Friday night's dream!
I dreamed my sister had won a poetry competition, but there was this stupid rule that the winner had to use two different kinds of handwriting in the poem they submitted.
My sis had done that, but the judges refused to believe that she hadn't cheated and got someone else to do the other kind of handwriting.
All very weird, and about average for my dreams, I'm afraid!
The thing that made complete sense was that I went to the judges, and gave them a scathing, sarcastic, comprehensive telling off! I remember saying, "What's the prize, anyway, that you need to be so mistrustful, the Koh-i-noor diamond!?!"
It was so transparent that that's what I want to do in real life.
My bosses at work - not my immediate bosses, but the top decision-makers - are such a bunch of half-wits, and I feel powerless and helpless in the face of it.
They've brought in some stupid consultants, and are doing everything these idiots say, with seemingly no thought for the consequences. And no long-term or strategic planning, either.
I ask you - what kind of manager has so little pride in their abilities that they will abdicate their decision-making to a shower of buzz-word-using morons they dragged in off the street? It's like admitting that you've no idea how to do your own job!
So my dream was a wish-fulfilment thing. I want to go to those people and tell them how pathetic they are, and tell them to do their damn jobs!
But of course I don't have that kind of access to them, and I might need a good reference one day!!
I dreamed my sister had won a poetry competition, but there was this stupid rule that the winner had to use two different kinds of handwriting in the poem they submitted.
My sis had done that, but the judges refused to believe that she hadn't cheated and got someone else to do the other kind of handwriting.
All very weird, and about average for my dreams, I'm afraid!
The thing that made complete sense was that I went to the judges, and gave them a scathing, sarcastic, comprehensive telling off! I remember saying, "What's the prize, anyway, that you need to be so mistrustful, the Koh-i-noor diamond!?!"
It was so transparent that that's what I want to do in real life.
My bosses at work - not my immediate bosses, but the top decision-makers - are such a bunch of half-wits, and I feel powerless and helpless in the face of it.
They've brought in some stupid consultants, and are doing everything these idiots say, with seemingly no thought for the consequences. And no long-term or strategic planning, either.
I ask you - what kind of manager has so little pride in their abilities that they will abdicate their decision-making to a shower of buzz-word-using morons they dragged in off the street? It's like admitting that you've no idea how to do your own job!
So my dream was a wish-fulfilment thing. I want to go to those people and tell them how pathetic they are, and tell them to do their damn jobs!
But of course I don't have that kind of access to them, and I might need a good reference one day!!
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