Saturday morning has dawned bright and clear and after a few days of terrible late winter weather it looks like today will be a bit of a pre-spring stunner. Sunshine and only a few clouds and a very pleasant atmoshere outside.
Last night one of our neighbours decided that 11.30pm was just the right time to start playing their stereo loud enough that everyone in the block could hear the doomph-doomph of the bass reverberating through the neighbourhood and they were obviously under the impression we enjoy it as it was still going at 1.30am! It’s the second time this week it’s happened and I wonder if it is someone getting home from an evening shift and trying to unwind at the expense of the neighbours or if it’s the children of someone who is away and parental control is absent because it has only just started to happen semi-regularly. In anycase, most people know and accept that playing music loudly at that time of night is annoying so the arrogance and ignorance of it of gets my goat. Let’s hope it doesn’t happen again.
Then I woke up this morning with what appears to be conjunctivitis which isn’t very pleasant and the next door neighbour’s four dogs, two of their own and two they must be looking after, barking loudly and annoyingly as I tried to sleep in around 8.00am! And Wanniassa used to be such a peaceful place.
The working week finally ground down yesterday like sand running from an hourglass and it was a slow crawl to it’s inevitable finish.
It has been a solid five days at CMC. Just another box ticked off on the statutory declaration of life. “Matt Sumner was here and he was doing his bit!”, could well be the remarks written on the bottom of that form for the third week of August, 2012.
I was on my favourite job at work yesterday;small parcels. It’s a bit technical and not at all black and white but these are articles which by terminology are not large letters or small letters, of course, but are still of a size diminutive enough to be delivered by a postman rather than a parcel contracter. The guidelines are a bit fuzzy and we do have cardboard gauges to stream the mail to it’s correct area but in the rush of the day it’s well nigh impossible to check with this instrument and many staff simply don’t know the difference so I get plenty of allsorts offloaded to me during my shift. It’s not worth my time to stream them either, especially running down towards day’s end when dispatches are due but the small parcels go the metropolitan parcel centres along with large parcels so it really doesn’t matter if a few “big un’s” get through. I hope. I figure a dirty email decrying our processing procedures would soon find it’s way into a managerial inbox here in our facility and “those who know everything”, in Sydney would soon be putting us to rights in regards to our parcel sorting if we were causing too much inconvenience for them.
Friday is a day where the pressure comes off a little. The weekend is imminent and the mail won’t be getting delivered until Monday and although our dispatch times are generally the same as any other day of the week there is definitely less urgency in the motions and directions of the supervisors. The old saying about excrement sliding downhill is as valid here as anywhere but many of those who work upstairs directing operations abandon ship early on a Friday leaving the leaders of us “floor dwellers” to breathe a little easier for the day knowing that impossible orders won’t be given to them nor will any superiors be looking over their shoulder’s offering “friendly” advice. That being said, our acting manager was on the floor past his regular departure time, no doubt passing words of wisdom and encouragement to the supervisor with whom he was engaged in intense discussion.
Friday can drag. The obvious reason for this of course is the advancing spectre of the weekend is almost upon us and as “a watched pot never boils”,so it seems a desired weekend never arrives as long as one is pining for it and watching the clock waiting for the day to end.
It was also very quiet yesterday. It always is when the weather is foul. Who wants to go outside and post mail? “I’ll email instead!”, I’m sure is the the thought crossing most minds when they feel the need to reach out and contact a close friend or confidante.
Another thing which makes a Friday drag is lack of personnel. Sickies and RDO’s are rampant on Friday’s, taking away some of the more personable folk whose good humour see’s me through the week, leaving only the droll and the bland for the most part and only the odd ray of sunlight pokes through the cloud to lighten up the mood.
Of course for me the long road to the the chimes had an extra characteristic as I am now on leave for two weeks and I am sure the day seemed a lot longer than it was due to that.
And now I have reached Saturday morning and can relax a little. I don’t go to Fiji until Thursday so there is no rush to get things done. Just a chance to relax and enjoy a few day’s leisure.
So to all of you, I hope you have a great weekend and I will be back again soon!
Last night one of our neighbours decided that 11.30pm was just the right time to start playing their stereo loud enough that everyone in the block could hear the doomph-doomph of the bass reverberating through the neighbourhood and they were obviously under the impression we enjoy it as it was still going at 1.30am! It’s the second time this week it’s happened and I wonder if it is someone getting home from an evening shift and trying to unwind at the expense of the neighbours or if it’s the children of someone who is away and parental control is absent because it has only just started to happen semi-regularly. In anycase, most people know and accept that playing music loudly at that time of night is annoying so the arrogance and ignorance of it of gets my goat. Let’s hope it doesn’t happen again.
Then I woke up this morning with what appears to be conjunctivitis which isn’t very pleasant and the next door neighbour’s four dogs, two of their own and two they must be looking after, barking loudly and annoyingly as I tried to sleep in around 8.00am! And Wanniassa used to be such a peaceful place.
The working week finally ground down yesterday like sand running from an hourglass and it was a slow crawl to it’s inevitable finish.
It has been a solid five days at CMC. Just another box ticked off on the statutory declaration of life. “Matt Sumner was here and he was doing his bit!”, could well be the remarks written on the bottom of that form for the third week of August, 2012.
I was on my favourite job at work yesterday;small parcels. It’s a bit technical and not at all black and white but these are articles which by terminology are not large letters or small letters, of course, but are still of a size diminutive enough to be delivered by a postman rather than a parcel contracter. The guidelines are a bit fuzzy and we do have cardboard gauges to stream the mail to it’s correct area but in the rush of the day it’s well nigh impossible to check with this instrument and many staff simply don’t know the difference so I get plenty of allsorts offloaded to me during my shift. It’s not worth my time to stream them either, especially running down towards day’s end when dispatches are due but the small parcels go the metropolitan parcel centres along with large parcels so it really doesn’t matter if a few “big un’s” get through. I hope. I figure a dirty email decrying our processing procedures would soon find it’s way into a managerial inbox here in our facility and “those who know everything”, in Sydney would soon be putting us to rights in regards to our parcel sorting if we were causing too much inconvenience for them.
Friday is a day where the pressure comes off a little. The weekend is imminent and the mail won’t be getting delivered until Monday and although our dispatch times are generally the same as any other day of the week there is definitely less urgency in the motions and directions of the supervisors. The old saying about excrement sliding downhill is as valid here as anywhere but many of those who work upstairs directing operations abandon ship early on a Friday leaving the leaders of us “floor dwellers” to breathe a little easier for the day knowing that impossible orders won’t be given to them nor will any superiors be looking over their shoulder’s offering “friendly” advice. That being said, our acting manager was on the floor past his regular departure time, no doubt passing words of wisdom and encouragement to the supervisor with whom he was engaged in intense discussion.
Friday can drag. The obvious reason for this of course is the advancing spectre of the weekend is almost upon us and as “a watched pot never boils”,so it seems a desired weekend never arrives as long as one is pining for it and watching the clock waiting for the day to end.
It was also very quiet yesterday. It always is when the weather is foul. Who wants to go outside and post mail? “I’ll email instead!”, I’m sure is the the thought crossing most minds when they feel the need to reach out and contact a close friend or confidante.
Another thing which makes a Friday drag is lack of personnel. Sickies and RDO’s are rampant on Friday’s, taking away some of the more personable folk whose good humour see’s me through the week, leaving only the droll and the bland for the most part and only the odd ray of sunlight pokes through the cloud to lighten up the mood.
Of course for me the long road to the the chimes had an extra characteristic as I am now on leave for two weeks and I am sure the day seemed a lot longer than it was due to that.
And now I have reached Saturday morning and can relax a little. I don’t go to Fiji until Thursday so there is no rush to get things done. Just a chance to relax and enjoy a few day’s leisure.
So to all of you, I hope you have a great weekend and I will be back again soon!
Strange Notations From a Laborious Life 