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[judecorp]

This is torture. I have never been a victim of capture, of interrogation, of the mafia. If I had ever experienced these things, I believe I would liken the oppression to sitting beside an open window on quite possibly the first verifiable spring day. The lawn of my workplace is filled with outdoor visits for the first time since we purchased new calendars. Daffodils are sprouting from the overpriced mulch below my office window. There are spring sounds: birds and children and car radios through open windows.

My building is the ghost town the Brady Bunch visited en route to the Grand Canyon. The administrative assistant likely has Peter and Bobby locked in a jail cell near the Director's office. The majority of my coworkers are out doing "home visits," an expression I cannot possibly use loosely enough today. Perhaps I should say "attempts," though it is not likely the faults of the families that services will not be delivered this afternoon. I imagine my coworkers getting "lost" on their ways to the houses, stopping instead at parks, ice cream parlors, home.

It is, of course, Thursday. Which means Cover Day. Which means "chained to the desk." Here I am, sitting, near the window, near the daffodils, near the children, near the springtime. I could be on my bicycle. I could be at Highbanks. I could be taking a nap with a cat curled on my lap. Torture. Didn't I say that before?

Productivity today has consisted of setting up the PCS Vision on Coworker Sarah's phone as she read through my journal history, skimming for her name. Aaah, my little narcissist - we have 4 work days left together. She asks, "Should we download the theme to COPS?" as if we're in a relationship, and I comment thusly. Her response is a loving, "Shut the fuck up."

Days like today, I wonder why we insist on relying on silly things like paychecks and money. Surely, on days like today, we could find ways to sleep on the land, drink sunshine, and nourish our bodies with life. I am drowning in this torture tank. Deliver me home.

Comments

[bistronaut.livejournal.com]

I managed to conn my boss into taking me out to get some elevation shots we were missing on my current project. Yay for field work on beautiful spring days!

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Color me jealous.

Aah well, I just got off my bike.

[tetonkid.livejournal.com]

lovely entry. i'm telling you -- in your next job, work out a deal where you can work from home some of the time. it's the shit! get a laptop, get wi-fi or whatever you want, and spend tues or thurs or fri afternoons working from your deck. i do so much more and better work when i'm working outside than inside. at first, my boss and coworkers were dubious. but then they noticed that i'm happier in general, that my already-high productivity increased, that my attitude is healthy (for the most part) and that i look better with a little tan. i think the work-from-home option should totally be offered as a benefit of sorts ... it makes for better everything!!! and there's no reason we should have to be stuck in hideous windowless basement offices when we could be getting the same thing done elsewhere.

ps, i /love/ the radios out of car windows. it's my absolute favorite spring sound.

[judecorp.livejournal.com]

Well, it depends what kind of job I end up with when I move. If I'm doing direct social services, there isn't a lot of "work from home" options - but right now, I drive a lot from place to place and that's some good outside time. But still, I would /love/ to spend one day (or more!) a week at home doing work. Like you, I think it would enhance my productivity and make me a happier camper!

But if I end up taking a more administrative non-profit position, perhaps I could pull it off.

At this point, though, I just want a job!!