I wish I actually took the time to make this blog look pretty or something but I guess in the end it's the words that count, right? Besides I'm the only one reading this so it shouldn't matter. Still...I feel a little lazy to that end.
Anyway, I'm currently on a day off but about to embark on a seven-day working week of which half will be 4am starts. This seems cruelly unjust, particularly as my flatmate doesn't seem to be racking up half the early starts I am despite being at the same "skill level" as me, but there you go. No point kicking up a fuss when the roster's already published and they dare not touch it for fear of...I don't know, fear of it biting them??
Admittedly, part of it is my fault for accepting the overtime but again the glorious catch-22 raises its ugly head because without the overtime there are no hours to be had. So instead of being broke I'll run myself into the ground at the prospect of a marginally normal pay which I can't enjoy anyway because I then have to spend my days off sleeping.
And I still love my job? Go figure.
The most recent dramas at work revolve around the yay or nay of our KPI payments. KPI = Key Performance Indicators. Which, for the record, are pretty much impossible to meet. How are we meant to turn around 85% of our planes on time when we live in one of the most disrupted cities in the world, or have such and such sick leave when there's swine flu and glandular fever going around?? Jesus...
We're meant to be getting these paid out sometime soon but, surprise surprise, they keep pushing it back and promising new dates which never happens. Our next payday is in three days and I'm not exactly holding my breath. Maybe by the end of the month? Is that wishful thinking?
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