2ndclepunkbuddha

When about to begin a new job the other week, I realized the other day that it has been more or less 15 years since I entered the workforce, and I wish I had a happier tale to tell than I have.   What would I say to my 22 year old self when about to start my first day as a full time working person that life would be good, that everything was going to be fine, that it would all be alright somehow?   Unfortunately I would not say that to my 22 year old self, or any other 22 year old self out there.   Work is a universal experience, something that is necessary in order to survive and have some kind of monetary gain coming into your bank account to fund what you would otherwise like to be doing.   That’s why it’s called “work” rather than “having fun”, after all.   After said 15 years in the workforce, this is what I have learned.             Many have chosen to go a more creative route when talking about w...

I was supposed to start a new job this week.  No, this is not a repeat of the nonsense of 2006 when I managed to go through three jobs in a year (the third one I was let go from because the whiner who I was working as a receptionist for said that he wasn't ready to get used to a new person and the woman who had quit and gone to another job he had asked to come back.  Insidentally, I dropped into that office a few weeks ago to give that guy a piece of my mind and there were two new people working there.  So much for resisting changes.)  This one is, once again, for a health company whose primary focus is to enter data.  It went through Congress a few years ago that all medical records have to be available on an Intranet system so all in clinical capacity have to be able to pull patient information up on a desktop, laptop, or tablet when seen.  Now all practices and facilities are in a mad scramble to get all their paperwork put onto said system, either by ma...