From my dad, I got his dashing good looks and...
Lack of a butt.
To be clear: I do have a butt.
But for all intents and purposes to do with pants, I do not.
When I'm standing or walking around, I need to cinch up my belt to make sure my pants don't start migrating in a downward direction.
When I take a seat, however, that cinched belt acts as a noose around my waist and threatens to cut off the flow of everything between the two halves of my body.
And it's frustratingly maddening.
...Maddeningly frustrating?
Anyway.
Was talking with Steve the other day and stumbled upon a thought.
The eight-hour work day.
Maybe it's time to revisit that.
Like...
If I come in and knock out required tasking in an hour, but it was estimated to have taken substantially more hours...
Why am I still here?
The answer, in my case—and in my current position—is customer service.
Which isn't great, because not all customers are created equal.
Still.
If I have a job to do, I want to get it done.
Immediately.
So it's no longer in the queue and I don't gotta stress it.
But doing that causes me to have nothing else to do for the rest of the day.
So it'd behoove me to leave stuff around.
But then I'd also have nothing else to do.
So.
I'd love to find a job that I both enjoy and has task-based workdays.
And I fully accept the other side of the coin: if the project scope was larger than I'd anticipated, I'd stay as long as it takes to get the job done.
But then there's the problem of... teams.
If I accomplish all the work I have aside from one or two tasks, and then those two tasks are reliant on another body doing their job... but their work ethic is terrible, they're incompetent for the task, or some other deficiency...
Then I'd still be stuck.
...Until they figured out how to do their job.
Hm.
Fuck.
Anyway.
Cheers, y'all! Have an amazing one!