Blibble

[lizziec]

So today was my last day at the Home Office and in the end it wasn't really too bad.

I went in late-ish intending to key in and then run up to safeway to get cakes (traditional on last day at the home office)...didn't work out that way as stella was outside the office smoking so I was even later getting on "the clock" than I would have been. STill, got cakes and a yougurt for breakfast. They had no spoons so I ate it with a knife and fork. It's wholly possible btw, without being too difficult.

Anyway, set out cakes (jam donuts and some chocolate biccies) near the sifting places and got on with work. About halfway thru the morning as a break from my Change of Addresses I started moving stuff around my email client and deleting other stuff. STella caught me in the act and told me to keep my mind on the job and that I'd been at it all week and she was sick of it, which had me thinking screw her kinda thing. Finished my work with an hour to spare even tho I was still editing my letter to send to management at the same time. Alyiah gave me the names of some people that I should send it to and so I prepared it and saved it until after she'd gone.

Was invited to lunch with Ed and Alyiah. Went to a pub "The Brief" and had nice foodage of Chicken New Yorker (bacon, chicken and cheese with chips and bbq sauce) and it was lovely. Came back to work and actually *did* a little work. Printed out letters and sent them off. Deleted all the contraband from the Hard Drive (I know they can get it back but at least it's not easily available.

Was given generic card from office peeps :) Stella didn't sign (no surprise) and some quite nice things were written. Have Kai's mob number now :D Kinda ran away in the end. Said "Bye all" and dissappeared. Was caught just outside by Ed and Alyiah who gave me a card just from then and a gorgeous soft toy (a beanie dog) who now sits on my monitor. It doesn't have a name yet.

Came back tonight and gorged on chinese takeaway to such an extent that only now (1:25am) do I not feel sick anymore.

And so I'm left to reflect on my time there this summer.

I wish that I could say I aquitted myself well, but I didn't. Stella is convinced I am lazy and a bad worker which I suppose is true in a way. The more she picked on me the more determined I was not to conform as she wanted me to. Part of her image of me is based on her acute dislike of me and part of it is, in a way, my own fault. I'm much faster (mentally) than she thinks I am, more capable of tasks. To be honest, I'm dissappointed because I let myself down, but the post room and I were never going to get on from the beginning. The job is undemanding and thankless and I tolerated it, doing as well as I could bear (which was quite good actually) Then stella came back and I got ill adn went off sick. When I came backI found that the combination of factors meant that what had previously been tolerated was badly disliked and that rapidly became hatred. I. Hated. My. Job.

Essentially this summer has been an exercise in teaching me tolerence and patience.

I think I failed miserably at it.

Comments

[xmassheep.livejournal.com]

don't beat yourself up about it. You're still here and you worked to the end of your last day. I know what its like having a boss you hate and who makes your life hell at work, and it'll have been one of the most undermining periods of your life. Especially since you were ill and then had to go back and face it all again. I think you did soooo well to stay there and show that biatch that you aren't a loser and you don't give in to intimidation. I'm proud of you, and hell, if you've learnt from it, thats a good thing. You stuck it out and everyone is very proud of you. Next summer, work for Barracudas with kids- they're not quite so anal ;)
Hugz0rs

[clarie.livejournal.com]

tests like these aren't 'passed' or 'failed' - they are there to teach you :-)

Hugs and I can't wait till you get back either!