Wednesday, 23rd January 2019.
07.58
I woke up feeling bullied. Maybe that’s the wrong word. I woke up feeling annoyed about the training technique I have to endure in the office. Or, the lack of training technique I have to endure.
Having done a course on workplace training in my youth, so I can speak with a little authority.
Using lines like, “do you remember what I said about that?”, but meaning, “I’ve told you that already!”, then waiting for you to remember.
It’s just counter productive.
Especially, when you were told something, once, 2 weeks ago.
Anyway, it takes more than that to beat me down and it’s not anyone’s fault. It’s the pressure of the job.
I had a manager, when I worked for UPS, who employed a similar technique.
The difference being here, I can say:
17.43
It was just as hectic but I resolved my issues. We were a man down.
I’m at home, laying in bed. Louis is laying next to me reading.
Again, I’m shattered.
19.22
Fuck it! Music time. Weird compilation.