Immovable Object
Apr. 1st, 2008 11:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
To be a bit less hysterical...
I have been forced into a job position that dovetails nicely with all my areas of neurosis, incompetence and deficiency.
I thrive on jobs where someone gives me something complex to do, gives me the resources and time to do it and then leaves me the fuck alone. I am very easily distracted (probably ADD, whatever) and need to be in a bit of a bubble to get through things. I am also smart and creative which means I do good work under these conditions.
When I was forced to become the temporary graphics supervisor in January (until mid-June, it would seem), I didn't really have choice but accept. This job consists of being bombarded 10 times an hour by 10 different people, all of whom are desperate for their job to be done first and NOW.
It is the kind of job that no matter how fast you run and how efficient you are, you end up with everyone marginally unhappy that you couldn't do what they want faster. I am a person who thrives on praise (I wish I wasn't so dependent on it). Instead, I go home a wreck, thinking everyone hates me or considers me incompetent. Then I fret all night.
I hate this job and it is making me crazy, and I am starting to fail, I fear. I stared at last week's time sheet (still not done) and couldn't put together what I had done even though I remember I was crazy all the time.
I am writing LJ posts as people wait for my work now. This is a bad day, but I assume I'll get through.
I have been forced into a job position that dovetails nicely with all my areas of neurosis, incompetence and deficiency.
I thrive on jobs where someone gives me something complex to do, gives me the resources and time to do it and then leaves me the fuck alone. I am very easily distracted (probably ADD, whatever) and need to be in a bit of a bubble to get through things. I am also smart and creative which means I do good work under these conditions.
When I was forced to become the temporary graphics supervisor in January (until mid-June, it would seem), I didn't really have choice but accept. This job consists of being bombarded 10 times an hour by 10 different people, all of whom are desperate for their job to be done first and NOW.
It is the kind of job that no matter how fast you run and how efficient you are, you end up with everyone marginally unhappy that you couldn't do what they want faster. I am a person who thrives on praise (I wish I wasn't so dependent on it). Instead, I go home a wreck, thinking everyone hates me or considers me incompetent. Then I fret all night.
I hate this job and it is making me crazy, and I am starting to fail, I fear. I stared at last week's time sheet (still not done) and couldn't put together what I had done even though I remember I was crazy all the time.
I am writing LJ posts as people wait for my work now. This is a bad day, but I assume I'll get through.
Me! Me! You've described what they do to me!
Date: 2008-04-01 04:27 pm (UTC)Re: Me! Me! You've described what they do to me!
Date: 2008-04-01 05:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-01 05:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-01 05:24 pm (UTC)Suspense! By the scrotum!
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Date: 2008-04-02 03:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-04-02 03:14 pm (UTC)She is a super awesome supervisor and I love working for her, so I hope to hell she warehouses her baby and gets back to the corporate structure full time! Yowza!
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Date: 2008-04-05 04:24 am (UTC)