Leaving work yesterday I felt completely run down. I think this is something which happens when you start getting up at 6:45 and working full days. I was seriously considering taking the day off today before I got ill from it… but I didn’t, because I couldn’t let this sodding job ‘defeat me’.
I was talking to Josie yesterday; she’s currently working for the NHS (the free-but-overworked National Health Service for non-uk ppl) over summer. In a clinic that deals with drug abusers and alcoholics. It looks like she’s going to get promoted from typing up doctor’s notes or letters to a receptionist who deals with under 18 year old drug addicts. It all makes working in a office seem so pointless and trivial in comparison – Josie’s typed up letters about people who have been having treatment since they were 18 – in the 60’s. Now they’re 50. She’s spent ages looking for someone’s file for reporting purposes, only to find that the reason it doesn’t exist is because that person died.
Interestingly enough, her job and my kinda tie together. You see, for kid addicts/abusers there are two distinct groups. Those who come from deprived backgrounds or council estates etc ; and also those that the doctors there refer to as ‘IBM kids’. The ones whose parents are working REALLY hard to give them everything they could need or want; everything but their time.
Working here, at IBM, I can see all to clearly how much such pointless existence takes over people’s hours, and days, and weeks, and ultimatly lives. Some people get to 40 with no family or friends (since they just don’t *do* anything by the time they get home); their life IS their work, and vica versa… whereas others *do* have kids, who may well end up at Josie’s reception desk asking for a methadone prescription… The sad thing about these cases is the parents don’t understand how it can happen when they’ve just worked *so hard*.
I am slowly realising that all my jokes about ‘selling my soul to IBM’ for a few months may have more truth to them than I realised at first. I am really going to make the most of university of the next two years..
All in all though, I’m glad I went to work. It’s sunny, and I’m going down to the pub with Sam for lunch. He’s given me adobe photoshop 6, and the book I ordered from the library has arrived. I think I’ve broken through some kinda ‘pain barrier’ in getting used to this job.. certainly if it ever starts feeling *too* bad, I just need to think about the work Josie is doing…
Finally, a link for those DDR/fighting game fans:
Seconds after submitting that journal entry, we had a power surge and *everything* went off! hee! My phone hasn’t come back online yet, which means no call-taking for me for a while 🙂 And I have my book to read, it’s sunny outside, and things are pretty damn good.