Work, Work, Work…

Feeling thoroughly uncreative and unimaginative, Iʼll just provide a typical blog update. And the subject I have avoided all week is… work…

The Census job has settled down into something like routine. I start working at 6:45 in the morning and go like a bat out of hell fro five hours, collecting work from the crew, finding new assignments when they need one, correcting papers and going over work hours and payroll, then meeting with my boss, the FOS, to turn all the papers over to her, and then getting ready to do it all over again. Each day could easily be eight hours long, but the Local Census Office wants payroll in seven days a week, which means I have to save enough hours out of my limit of forty to do it all even faster on Saturdays and Sundays, so as a result of the hour-hoarding, I actually have had some afternoon time to myself — thus the spate of recent posts.

Yesterday, since the torrential rains had ceased (temporarily), I had to mow the lawn and do some general outside work, so this post will be brief. That just gives you more time, gentle readers, to explore all the rest of the blog territory. Right?

I think I made the right choice not to be a trainer full-time. Being a crew leader seemed intimidating, but I think overall the stress level is somewhat less imposing out here in the field.

One day last week I got to revisit Andrew School (Census privacy prevents me from explaining why), which made me nostalgic for the sweet days of substitute teaching, when I could write all day (shh … maybe no one knew) while watching kids do whatever busy work the real teacher had invented for them. Except when I had those elementary kids!

The same day I ended up in the afternoon wandering around Lost Nation, not in the rain, thankfully. So the variety and the driving around is one good aspect of not instructing.

And as I have said before, I do really like the crew. The whole training situation is designed to establish a rapport between crew leader and crew members, so it was really pretty foolish of the LCO to have people training folks not intended for their own crews. In the end, I wound up with the people I had trained, so all is good (pretty good) there. I do really enjoy them all (well, the ones I get to see anyway), and the people-frustrations are quite minimal.

The biggest downer is the work-every-day thing. Janet let it pass last weekend, even though we had to go to Lisbon via DeWitt because my courier left me before I had finished the paperwork on Saturday. And I was gone though the middle of Sunday for that dayʼs pick-ups and delivery. This time around, she seems a little more miffed about losing another weekend to work (I might as well be teaching!), but at the rate my crew is going, next weekend might be the last!!

The extra money is nice. I have built the checking account back up to almost respectability again (and the monthly payments for my iMac end with the dawn of June, too). On the other hand, I havenʼt written a new word on anything except this blog since I was training back in the early-middle of April. (I worked on some stories, especially the Sepharad fantasy tale, last Friday, but added very few new words, mostly just proofreading and editing.) I also owe my brother Stephen a letter, which I never seem to have time for. He had his birthday just two days before I got the call from the Census, and in the card I promised him (falsely, as it has turned out) that I would write a long letter soon. “Soon” has turned into a month later with still no mssive from me. Sad and bad.

All in all, I am looking forward to the end of it all.

There. Only one job update in a week. Iʼll try for something livelier for tomorrow.

©2010 John Randolph Burrow, Magickal Monkey Enterprises, Ltd, S.A.

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