Friday again and the crawl to the weekend hasn’t seemed as interminable as usual. In fact the days have gone by so quickly that I fooled myself into thinking it had been another week with a public holiday. But that is next week.
I’m not sure why time seems to have flown by. As I stated in a recent post, work has settled a bit with no dramas coming from the upper levels and we have settled down to do the job with no distractions, or at least very few and it has made working life all the more comfortable. The flipside is that work gets even more boring and disinterest sets in and one gets a little less efficient than required as the mind is wandering off in search of stimulation. All it finds in the carcass of the workfloor is a barren wasteland, full of grim faced inhabitants, eeking out exsistence the best they can until the final bell late in the day signal’s their liberation. At that moment, an unbridled joy is released at the thought of being able to relax at their lesiure until the unpleasant undertaking of mail processing begins in earnest again the next day.
Of course I’m being overly dramatic and one would think that the boredom described would only make the days seem longer but it hasn’t been the case this week. I don’t know why.
The first fours hours at work can be a labourious trek through the outer reaches of tedium and monotony but once the mail starts accumulating after our 6pm break we put the rocket into another gear and fire the “go” switch and hook in as well as we can. These two hours go quite quickly and after that we can see the light at the end of the tunnel and our meagre exsistence doesn’t seem so bad anymore. Such is the life of those who process mail for a living.
One wonders how much longer this operation can progress in it’s present form. Mail volumes this week are down 18% and the growth of the internet, like the murky cloud spewing from an angry volcano, destroying all sunshine and light and blocking out the stars, is causing a serious decline in small letter volumes.
Of course the growth of internet shopping is supposed to be our saviour but in a small place like Canberra it may not be enough to keep our little company afloat in it’s present form. An ill wind is blowing through the corridors of AP. It may be time to catch the boat that is departing lest we be stranded on “Desolation Island” with the rest of the castaways who have nothing to look forward to in their working life.
It does seem, as John Lennon said, that life is what happens while we are making other plans. We are always fixing our gaze forward to our next holiday or the next weekend, or the next public holiday, with embedded plans ready to be carried out if only we can make it through the working week or the months ahead. What a way to live our lives.
Most people I know seem happy enough. Living in a great, prosperous country affords us a standard of living that most people in the world can only dream of so we should be thankful for that and get on with our lives the best we can.
So the morning crawls on and greater endeavours await me. Things such as unstacking the dishwasher and putting clothes on the line. And then this afternoon another round at the “Happiness Factory”. But given the less than grievous happenings at CMC this week, I should survive intact, ready to partake in another much cherised weekend.
I’m not sure why time seems to have flown by. As I stated in a recent post, work has settled a bit with no dramas coming from the upper levels and we have settled down to do the job with no distractions, or at least very few and it has made working life all the more comfortable. The flipside is that work gets even more boring and disinterest sets in and one gets a little less efficient than required as the mind is wandering off in search of stimulation. All it finds in the carcass of the workfloor is a barren wasteland, full of grim faced inhabitants, eeking out exsistence the best they can until the final bell late in the day signal’s their liberation. At that moment, an unbridled joy is released at the thought of being able to relax at their lesiure until the unpleasant undertaking of mail processing begins in earnest again the next day.
Of course I’m being overly dramatic and one would think that the boredom described would only make the days seem longer but it hasn’t been the case this week. I don’t know why.
The first fours hours at work can be a labourious trek through the outer reaches of tedium and monotony but once the mail starts accumulating after our 6pm break we put the rocket into another gear and fire the “go” switch and hook in as well as we can. These two hours go quite quickly and after that we can see the light at the end of the tunnel and our meagre exsistence doesn’t seem so bad anymore. Such is the life of those who process mail for a living.
One wonders how much longer this operation can progress in it’s present form. Mail volumes this week are down 18% and the growth of the internet, like the murky cloud spewing from an angry volcano, destroying all sunshine and light and blocking out the stars, is causing a serious decline in small letter volumes.
Of course the growth of internet shopping is supposed to be our saviour but in a small place like Canberra it may not be enough to keep our little company afloat in it’s present form. An ill wind is blowing through the corridors of AP. It may be time to catch the boat that is departing lest we be stranded on “Desolation Island” with the rest of the castaways who have nothing to look forward to in their working life.
It does seem, as John Lennon said, that life is what happens while we are making other plans. We are always fixing our gaze forward to our next holiday or the next weekend, or the next public holiday, with embedded plans ready to be carried out if only we can make it through the working week or the months ahead. What a way to live our lives.
Most people I know seem happy enough. Living in a great, prosperous country affords us a standard of living that most people in the world can only dream of so we should be thankful for that and get on with our lives the best we can.
So the morning crawls on and greater endeavours await me. Things such as unstacking the dishwasher and putting clothes on the line. And then this afternoon another round at the “Happiness Factory”. But given the less than grievous happenings at CMC this week, I should survive intact, ready to partake in another much cherised weekend.
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 