Each day of work is little more than 9 hours.
I have been reporting to work for four days.
The amount of work adds up to at best, I'm not sure, twelve hours.
It has been exasperatingly boring, slow, and cold.
When there's nothing to do, we sit there and wait for something to do.
Under the aircon unit.
Freezing.
And when there's nothing to do, time drags.
And when there's something to do, it doesn't take much time.
They didn't plan for anything for us actually and whatever our supervisor gives us, he thinks it would consume much of our time but apparently not so. Talk about supervisor, my supervisor comes in later, leaves earlier. Just slightly earlier. And he disappears most of the hours and we have nothing to do because we are a bunch of efficient people and whatever he has for us to do is done quick, before he returns and when he returns he is shocked because we were not expected to have it done and he has nothing else for us.
So where am I attached to actually.
Wincor Nixdorf.
If you've never heard of it, it's okay. I didn't know what was it too.
But it's a huge company really huge.
But its products are likely to be found at many places.
Fairprice Metro Carrefour ColdStorage ShopandSave blah blah.
Citibank Maybank StandardCharteredBank RoyalBankofScotland blah blah.
They do many different things.
I am assigned to a Banking section. So now I know how to strip certain ATMs. As well as conduct certain repair works on certain parts of certain ATMs. And I will learn how to assemble or something I don't know what in weeks to come.
My supervisor is a lazy man he will take his bloody own sweet time.
And my days are really boring:
Wake up.
Go work.
Come back.
Hardcourt ultimate I love this part of my day I love it.
Dinner.
Computer.
Sleep.
Repeat.
And each morning I don't dread waking up, because I know it's only six weeks. But each morning I wake up and it feels weird because I know it's going to be a long boring slow cold day again. I'm at the sleep part of the day so tata.
9:56 PM Thursday, March 11, 2010
Each day of work is little more than 9 hours.
I have been reporting to work for four days.
The amount of work adds up to at best, I'm not sure, twelve hours.
It has been exasperatingly boring, slow, and cold.
When there's nothing to do, we sit there and wait for something to do.
Under the aircon unit.
Freezing.
And when there's nothing to do, time drags.
And when there's something to do, it doesn't take much time.
They didn't plan for anything for us actually and whatever our supervisor gives us, he thinks it would consume much of our time but apparently not so. Talk about supervisor, my supervisor comes in later, leaves earlier. Just slightly earlier. And he disappears most of the hours and we have nothing to do because we are a bunch of efficient people and whatever he has for us to do is done quick, before he returns and when he returns he is shocked because we were not expected to have it done and he has nothing else for us.
So where am I attached to actually.
Wincor Nixdorf.
If you've never heard of it, it's okay. I didn't know what was it too.
But it's a huge company really huge.
But its products are likely to be found at many places.
Fairprice Metro Carrefour ColdStorage ShopandSave blah blah.
Citibank Maybank StandardCharteredBank RoyalBankofScotland blah blah.
They do many different things.
I am assigned to a Banking section. So now I know how to strip certain ATMs. As well as conduct certain repair works on certain parts of certain ATMs. And I will learn how to assemble or something I don't know what in weeks to come.
My supervisor is a lazy man he will take his bloody own sweet time.
And my days are really boring:
Wake up.
Go work.
Come back.
Hardcourt ultimate I love this part of my day I love it.
Dinner.
Computer.
Sleep.
Repeat.
And each morning I don't dread waking up, because I know it's only six weeks. But each morning I wake up and it feels weird because I know it's going to be a long boring slow cold day again. I'm at the sleep part of the day so tata.
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