office job woes
Nov. 4th, 2019 02:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7First thing I did this morning was pull 33 separate sheets of printed-only-on-one-side paper out of the garbage, because no matter how much I ask him not to throw that shit away, my coworker refuses to put it into the recycle bin. (I print internal lists and memos and such on the back of the sheet, and once it's printed on both sides, I take it home and recycle it, because it seems really stupid to me to throw paper away since it's like. Stupid.)
Some of it had food garbage on it so I had to throw it back away, but. I kept count because I couldn't believe how much it was-- I was only gone five work days.
Now I'm set to re-doing a task I did weeks ago, that got left to languish so long that eBay's servers glitched and lost most of my work, so now I have to track down where the files are and re-do the whole thing.
My job is so fucking pointless, I love it!
Sigh. It's fine. It's not like I'm doing anything else with my life.
I'm also making a list of the shit that definitely got burned up in the yurt, for the first time-- figured I'd make a list of what kind of replacement shit I need, and it's. Well, depressing. I forgot, I brought my travel first aid kit, meaning to go through it and shuffle stuff I didn't need anymore into the first aid kit in the barn, but I didn't, and now that's gone plus the nice bag, and I'm traveling again in December and have to replace it.
Nail clippers, I lost my nail clippers. Headphones, lost those too. Some nail polish, I found the bottle, it was kind of funny because it had clearly exploded. Cosmetics-- lost some nice eyeshadow, my only concealer, my sole tube of perfect red lipstick.
I want to just re-order everything on Amazon, but I won't-- they use delivery contractors in Buffalo now, I've seen the vans, and they force them to pick up their loaded trucks in Rochester, 60 miles away, and then drive to Buffalo, and only then clock in, and it's so unethical I won't have anything to do with it and only order stuff if I'm going to have it delivered at the farm, where I've confirmed they still use the US Postal Service.
I know, it's a dumb line to draw in the sand, and I should just stop using Amazon altogether, but god damn, I don't even know where to buy this kind of shit anymore and I don't want to drive to seventeen local stores to find it not in stock anyway, which is the whole reason I started using Amazon in the first place. (And let's be real here, it's not like Target is pumping so much money into my local community.) There is no ethical consumption under capitalism-- but I also am not going to make those poor exploited delivery guys drive unpaid from fucking Rochester to get lost in my neighborhood. Ugh.
Some of it had food garbage on it so I had to throw it back away, but. I kept count because I couldn't believe how much it was-- I was only gone five work days.
Now I'm set to re-doing a task I did weeks ago, that got left to languish so long that eBay's servers glitched and lost most of my work, so now I have to track down where the files are and re-do the whole thing.
My job is so fucking pointless, I love it!
Sigh. It's fine. It's not like I'm doing anything else with my life.
I'm also making a list of the shit that definitely got burned up in the yurt, for the first time-- figured I'd make a list of what kind of replacement shit I need, and it's. Well, depressing. I forgot, I brought my travel first aid kit, meaning to go through it and shuffle stuff I didn't need anymore into the first aid kit in the barn, but I didn't, and now that's gone plus the nice bag, and I'm traveling again in December and have to replace it.
Nail clippers, I lost my nail clippers. Headphones, lost those too. Some nail polish, I found the bottle, it was kind of funny because it had clearly exploded. Cosmetics-- lost some nice eyeshadow, my only concealer, my sole tube of perfect red lipstick.
I want to just re-order everything on Amazon, but I won't-- they use delivery contractors in Buffalo now, I've seen the vans, and they force them to pick up their loaded trucks in Rochester, 60 miles away, and then drive to Buffalo, and only then clock in, and it's so unethical I won't have anything to do with it and only order stuff if I'm going to have it delivered at the farm, where I've confirmed they still use the US Postal Service.
I know, it's a dumb line to draw in the sand, and I should just stop using Amazon altogether, but god damn, I don't even know where to buy this kind of shit anymore and I don't want to drive to seventeen local stores to find it not in stock anyway, which is the whole reason I started using Amazon in the first place. (And let's be real here, it's not like Target is pumping so much money into my local community.) There is no ethical consumption under capitalism-- but I also am not going to make those poor exploited delivery guys drive unpaid from fucking Rochester to get lost in my neighborhood. Ugh.
