the stresses of my modern office

Ok, while I love my job and I love staying busy I prefer to stay busy with non-mundane things. Also, the busy parts only last for so long therefore dumping me into the torturous hands of boredom. I used to have a friend that would alleviate said boredom and I would keep her entertained as well at her boring desk job but she decided to leave me to fend for myself. On the eminant day of my death, I blame her. She shall remain nameless but I'm sure she knows who she is.

Boredom is lethal. Ever since working a desk job I have come to realize the truthfulness of this statement. While it has yet to be proven as lethal to humans, it has been proven lethal to brain cells. In desperation for something to do I have resorted to things not many would find entertaining. Exhibit A being the following picture of a post it note covered in Sharpie marker. That lasted all of 2 minutes so I had to resort to Exhibit B. A note pad paper highlighted to the max. Now, some of you will argue that the fumes from the Sharpie are the real cause of the death of my brain cells. While this could be true I don't feel any less intelligent having colored the post it note. But, after double checking a table of contents and index for errors I could scarcely keep the drool from flowing.




I will now illustrate a few things that are not among my favorite things to do at work. (This is really just an excuse to use a bulleted list):

• Item #1 that I do not love: When agents go to their mailboxes, empty them, then proceed to use MY DESK as a filtering station. Its not like I'm sitting here trying to work. Despite popular assumption I do not enjoy your papers strewn about my desk touching my arms and keyboard. You have a desk. Use it.
• Item #2 that I do not love: Agents getting mad at me for not advertising their listings. When I was hired here I understood advertising fell under my umbrella of responsibilities. BUT as I also understood it is the agent's responsibility to give the information about the listings to me so that I may advertise them. Don't whine to me that your clients are mad at you for not advertising their property. YOU are responsible for their lividity.
• Item #3 that I do not love: Taking rent money. Pure and simple. I dealt with this annoyance at my previous job at the beginning and end of each month. Property managers seem to like the title and the money but not the work. They tell their tenants, "Oh we're here from such and such a time on these days." and yet they are NEVER here. Therefore, tenants must come to me to give me their rent money. Also, these tenants are usually angry at ME for the property manager's negligence. "Why aren't they here? They said they would be. I need to talk to them. No I don't want to talk to them on the phone." and they storm off in a huff with their receipt. 1: don't lie to your clients, 2: don't make me take the heat for it.
• Item #4 that I do not love: Doing all the things that no one else wants to do. While this new job gives me a higher position than I had previously I am still the newest one here and "have much to learn." I understand that filing, copies, and the like are not fun but if it is in YOUR to-do box YOU do it. I do have work to do.
• Item #5 that I do not love: Not being paid on a schedule. Its never "every two weeks." I've been paid on almost every day of the week now. Every other Friday would suffice. And I'd be quite appreciative.
• Item #6 that I do not love: Being called in early when it isn't necessary. "I have to leave an hour early tomorrow so could you come in an hour early?" Sure. I will not be thrilled. I show up at said time and work the rest of the day. The next day, Lady-That-Asked-Me-To-Come-In-Early-To-Cover-For-Her is no where to be seen. So, you ask me to come in early for NO REASON the day before and now you just leave at your leisure because (I knew this when she asked) its isn't necessary that I come in when you leave. You don't leave that big a hole. Nice try though.

Ok, enough of my griping. I do love my job for the most part but there are just some things that get under my skin. But now that I've blogged them I can let them go into cyberspace and never worry about them again, right?