Another Monday morning and the circle of life has continued to orbit and once again we have found ourselves at the starting line of the working week.
I tried to sleep in but the stirrings of my housemates, like a giant engine straining slowly, trying to get up to full speed, kept rattling my subconcious and eventually I opened my eyes to take in the full glare of another dawn.
Those of us who work in unsatisfying jobs, free of any ambition to obtain higher authority, seem to be forever waiting for something to happen to make life more interesting. Waking up on a Monday morning knowing what is in store for you in the evening, another round of the same old fight, hardly fills you full of good cheer or enthusiasm for what is to come.
But I won’t whinge and whine about my job today. I’m sure those who are interested in my life and have a look at my blog get sick of my constant carry on about the absurd realities of life working at a mail centre such as ours. And I’m sure plenty wonder, “why does he stay there?”
The answer is complicated and I won’t psycho-analyse myself too much. I think it’s suffice to say I, and others caught up in the web at AP, are too institutionalised to change. That and and fear of failing at another job. A lack of self confidence comes close to explaining it. And the thought that for a unskilled person like me, the next job might be even worse!
So we all meander around, whinging and complaining, most of us never taking secure steps towards a more satisfying worklife. So be it. We have no one to blame but ourselves.
As usual the weekend passed by in a flash. No sooner were we rejoicing as we left on Friday evening, knowing work was a memory for a couple of days, than it seems it is Sunday night and the shadow of dread starts to gather and the gloom descends as the working week approaches at a steady, unstoppable gait.
I stayed in bed on Saturday morning until 10am, not something I like doing as it seems, once you struggle to get up, have breakfast, shower, dress etc, that half the day is gone already.
So about midday, much later than it seemed due to my late rising, Linda and I went out to the Lifeline bookfair at the Epic Centre.
It always seems like an interminably long drive over to the other side of Canberra and people in the major Australian cities would laugh at our complaints but it is funny how Canberrans generally frequent their own side of town, making our rare trips to other parts of the city seem like a drive into the Never Never.
The bookfair itself was outstanding. Plenty of titles covering all subjects and very well organised. I was conservative and only bought five books which cost me $23. They included biographies of IRA leader Michael Collins, President of the Confederate States of America, Jefferson Davis, Terrorist fighter David Hicks and a book on the Wars of 1812 and Iraq.
I guess I had an inclination to read about those who didn’t follow the straight and narrow, respectable line. Maybe that’s telling me something.
Linda went mad! She bought cooking books totalling well over $60! Unusual for her but all the books were of excellent quality and would have retailed on their release at much higher, more ridiculous prices.
I then had a nice surprise as Linda suggested we lunch at the Hackett shops, a place I had not been to since I was a boy as she had heard about an eatery there that was well worth a visit. And she was right!
Wibur’s at Hackett shops is sort of a cross between an outdoor cafe and a sports bar and the food was delicious so I recommend it for anyone scouring the 2602 postcodes for a bite to eat.
Sunday should have been a day for heavy work, clearing the wild shrubbery which has grown up in tangled masses in our yard. But, while I did get some work done I managed to twiddle my thumbs for most of the day leaving me looking at the mess again this morning, scolding myself for my inattentiveness and bone laziness which seem to be traits consuming me lately.
So, as I said at the start of today’s blog, we have arrived back at the starting line for the working week. I would like to think that there is something interesting awaiting me but I know the truth. Another slog through to the weekend, negotiating through the pitfalls that come our way on the workfloor at CMC. The countdown to Friday has begun again. Hope all get through the week unscathed. Until next time.
I tried to sleep in but the stirrings of my housemates, like a giant engine straining slowly, trying to get up to full speed, kept rattling my subconcious and eventually I opened my eyes to take in the full glare of another dawn.
Those of us who work in unsatisfying jobs, free of any ambition to obtain higher authority, seem to be forever waiting for something to happen to make life more interesting. Waking up on a Monday morning knowing what is in store for you in the evening, another round of the same old fight, hardly fills you full of good cheer or enthusiasm for what is to come.
But I won’t whinge and whine about my job today. I’m sure those who are interested in my life and have a look at my blog get sick of my constant carry on about the absurd realities of life working at a mail centre such as ours. And I’m sure plenty wonder, “why does he stay there?”
The answer is complicated and I won’t psycho-analyse myself too much. I think it’s suffice to say I, and others caught up in the web at AP, are too institutionalised to change. That and and fear of failing at another job. A lack of self confidence comes close to explaining it. And the thought that for a unskilled person like me, the next job might be even worse!
So we all meander around, whinging and complaining, most of us never taking secure steps towards a more satisfying worklife. So be it. We have no one to blame but ourselves.
As usual the weekend passed by in a flash. No sooner were we rejoicing as we left on Friday evening, knowing work was a memory for a couple of days, than it seems it is Sunday night and the shadow of dread starts to gather and the gloom descends as the working week approaches at a steady, unstoppable gait.
I stayed in bed on Saturday morning until 10am, not something I like doing as it seems, once you struggle to get up, have breakfast, shower, dress etc, that half the day is gone already.
So about midday, much later than it seemed due to my late rising, Linda and I went out to the Lifeline bookfair at the Epic Centre.
It always seems like an interminably long drive over to the other side of Canberra and people in the major Australian cities would laugh at our complaints but it is funny how Canberrans generally frequent their own side of town, making our rare trips to other parts of the city seem like a drive into the Never Never.
The bookfair itself was outstanding. Plenty of titles covering all subjects and very well organised. I was conservative and only bought five books which cost me $23. They included biographies of IRA leader Michael Collins, President of the Confederate States of America, Jefferson Davis, Terrorist fighter David Hicks and a book on the Wars of 1812 and Iraq.
I guess I had an inclination to read about those who didn’t follow the straight and narrow, respectable line. Maybe that’s telling me something.
Linda went mad! She bought cooking books totalling well over $60! Unusual for her but all the books were of excellent quality and would have retailed on their release at much higher, more ridiculous prices.
I then had a nice surprise as Linda suggested we lunch at the Hackett shops, a place I had not been to since I was a boy as she had heard about an eatery there that was well worth a visit. And she was right!
Wibur’s at Hackett shops is sort of a cross between an outdoor cafe and a sports bar and the food was delicious so I recommend it for anyone scouring the 2602 postcodes for a bite to eat.
Sunday should have been a day for heavy work, clearing the wild shrubbery which has grown up in tangled masses in our yard. But, while I did get some work done I managed to twiddle my thumbs for most of the day leaving me looking at the mess again this morning, scolding myself for my inattentiveness and bone laziness which seem to be traits consuming me lately.
So, as I said at the start of today’s blog, we have arrived back at the starting line for the working week. I would like to think that there is something interesting awaiting me but I know the truth. Another slog through to the weekend, negotiating through the pitfalls that come our way on the workfloor at CMC. The countdown to Friday has begun again. Hope all get through the week unscathed. Until next time.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 