The sun has risen majestically above the dark bank of cloud that kept it well hidden in the earlier morning hours and is striking the back of my neck making me a little uncomfortable but a mild breeze is moving among the leaves and branches in our overgrown backyard and sneaking in through the window making life a little bit easier as I sit here contemplating my return to work today.
I haven’t been present at the mail centre since the 31st of December so it has been a significant break.
An unfortunate fact of life is that most of us have to work for a living and most jobs involve hours of doing things that we really don’t want to be doing but that is the way of world.
At times it has occured to me that this is a ludicrous way to live, spending the best years of your life hunkered down performing tasks that destroy your morale and eat away your soul just to earn enough to live and perhaps take a few weeks off every year for a holiday which seems to be over before you know it. Then you are quickly deposited back onto the treadmill to start the whole process over again. What a life!
Unfortunately money makes the world go around and to continue living my otherwise comfortable existence I will have to continue travelling on the road to nowhere at the Canberra mail centre and submit myself to the mind numbing monotony of mail processing and all the detrius that accompanies it for another year.
I will have been employed by AP for 25 years this year and the thought of having to spend a similar amount of time there before I can retire to the supposed comforts of old age is a little bit sobering.
But for today there is nothing else to do but pull up the collar, put my shoulder to the wind and take the punishment.
I don’t feel so bad about going in today. The thing that I usually find difficult is the fact that I haven’t been there for over a month.
Although you are quickly back in routine as if you have never been away the initial return is blighted by the certainty that life has gone on without you and the little tale of humanity that unfolds in it’s own unique way at a place like CMC has moved along with no real association with your life except that your name is still on the books as an employee.
Nothing much ever really happens at the mail centre to shake the world but one can feel a bit odd re-entering the void after a prolonged absence.
I have been insulated from the management misjudgements and the poor decisions that have and will impact on the employees by being away but the first hours of contact will no doubt be filled by people transcribing to me the latest happenings and rumours about the miserable intentions of those in power at Australia Post and any gossip amongst the staff that may have made the waking hours at work more palatable through the mere enjoyment of trashing someone’s reputation.
Such is life in a factory type enviroment. I’m the only one that can put in place procedures to change my life. I’ll keep working on it.
At home this morning I have several tasks to perform so dallying on a computer for hours is a luxury I can’t afford with my leisure time being cut due to work commitments this afternooon.
Paying bills, cleaning up and moving stuff around is what I have to look forward to this morning before reality bites this evening with my return to coal face. I will take my leave for now and get on with it. Good morning to all.
I haven’t been present at the mail centre since the 31st of December so it has been a significant break.
An unfortunate fact of life is that most of us have to work for a living and most jobs involve hours of doing things that we really don’t want to be doing but that is the way of world.
At times it has occured to me that this is a ludicrous way to live, spending the best years of your life hunkered down performing tasks that destroy your morale and eat away your soul just to earn enough to live and perhaps take a few weeks off every year for a holiday which seems to be over before you know it. Then you are quickly deposited back onto the treadmill to start the whole process over again. What a life!
Unfortunately money makes the world go around and to continue living my otherwise comfortable existence I will have to continue travelling on the road to nowhere at the Canberra mail centre and submit myself to the mind numbing monotony of mail processing and all the detrius that accompanies it for another year.
I will have been employed by AP for 25 years this year and the thought of having to spend a similar amount of time there before I can retire to the supposed comforts of old age is a little bit sobering.
But for today there is nothing else to do but pull up the collar, put my shoulder to the wind and take the punishment.
I don’t feel so bad about going in today. The thing that I usually find difficult is the fact that I haven’t been there for over a month.
Although you are quickly back in routine as if you have never been away the initial return is blighted by the certainty that life has gone on without you and the little tale of humanity that unfolds in it’s own unique way at a place like CMC has moved along with no real association with your life except that your name is still on the books as an employee.
Nothing much ever really happens at the mail centre to shake the world but one can feel a bit odd re-entering the void after a prolonged absence.
I have been insulated from the management misjudgements and the poor decisions that have and will impact on the employees by being away but the first hours of contact will no doubt be filled by people transcribing to me the latest happenings and rumours about the miserable intentions of those in power at Australia Post and any gossip amongst the staff that may have made the waking hours at work more palatable through the mere enjoyment of trashing someone’s reputation.
Such is life in a factory type enviroment. I’m the only one that can put in place procedures to change my life. I’ll keep working on it.
At home this morning I have several tasks to perform so dallying on a computer for hours is a luxury I can’t afford with my leisure time being cut due to work commitments this afternooon.
Paying bills, cleaning up and moving stuff around is what I have to look forward to this morning before reality bites this evening with my return to coal face. I will take my leave for now and get on with it. Good morning to all.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 