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11:18:2005 Entry: "Stan : Sausages and Office Workers"

Sausages and Office Workers

I had a work dream recently where I was helping out for a day for a former employer. Everyone called in sick (I didn't know this until I got there) and they must not have been able to find anyone to fill in except me. It was a day off at the job I have now and I don't understand why I would give up a day off to work for a place I haven't worked in years.

So... I'm getting food ready for the residents and I have this big pan of breakfast sausage links cooked off waiting to be portioned out for the residents. Office people start coming back to the kitchen and eating the sausages, which caused me to have to tell them that they needed to leave them alone. If you guys keep eating those sausages there won't be any left for the residents - I told them.

I don't really understand the paradigm office workers are living in and they have a completely different idea of 'what work is' than people who do kitchen work like me. In their world they seem to count standing around and talking about anything as hard work. I just don't understand, and now they were filling up the kitchen with themselves. They are all standing around talking (which is work to them, but not to me) and they were making it impossible for me to do my work which was very irritating.

Then they ask me if I'm coming back to work for them, and I tell them 'I plan to keep the job I have', and that was basically the end of the dream. I imagine they probably finished off the sausages.

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Speaking of office workers standing around: you know what pissed me off about Depressions is that people could stand around and gab all they wanted, but if *I* was standing around talking to someone about something not work related (which was very rare for me to do), I was told to get back to work. I felt *so* Cinderella there with wicked step-sister coworkers and evil step-mother supervisors.

Funny, though, it wasn't MY carriage that turned into a rotten pumpkin, though. Guess I found a handsome prince in the form of self-employment, heh.

Posted by Ann @ 11:18:2005:09:46 PM CST

I thought your Pug Dogs were your handsome princes?

Did they ever have sausage links for the Depressions people?

Posted by Stan @ 11:18:2005:09:49 PM CST

Stan, what the heck are you talking about?!?

I think you need sleep.

Posted by Ann @ 11:18:2005:09:50 PM CST

No, they had cake parties, like in Seinfeld.

Get well, get well soon we want you to get well.

Posted by Ann @ 11:18:2005:09:52 PM CST

Don't want to cut down Depressions so much, for the most part there were some good people there. But that doesn't deny the fact I felt Cinderella there. The only working place I never felt Cinderella was at Pinko's. I was treated quite well there compared to the other people, I felt. I still had suck wages, but my coworkers sucked just as badly if not worse. And that's not to say that despite the fact I felt treated well there in comparison to my coworkers, I still didn't have that stiffling feeling that there's nowhere to go with this, hence my decision to go to grad school.

Actually, now my boss is great! ;-)

Posted by Ann @ 11:19:2005:10:47 AM CST

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