Michelangelo sibyl from the Sistine Chapel

 

the rain fell

When they hired me at my job, I knew that it was a new position. They had explained to me that they didn't have a third shift before I started, so I knew that things would be slow in the beginning. It would take time to determine what they wanted me to do at night. The problem is that it is now four months later and my responsibilities are still limited. Very little progress has been made since I was hired. Some nights are extremely slow and I just sort of sit there which makes for a very long night. I have to divide the night into two hour intervals to make it through the night.

Oh, I could linger on for months and they wouldn't mind, because they are glad to have me. I am their safety margin. I handle any problems at night and make their mornings that much smoother. They don't have to walk into problems anymore with me there at night.

My complaint is that I need to learn new things at a job to keep me happy. As corny as it may sound, I do like a challenge every so often. To make matters worse they have hired more people for the day shift and taken even more away from me at night. One would think that they had some projects lined up when they hired these new people, but it doesn't seem to be that way.

The second shift guy and I spent about an hour talking about how they could make it better, but we have no idea if they will do any of what we are asking them to do. Neither of us wants to leave, but if it comes to a certain point we will.

Of course after I composed the above paragraphs, I had a very busy evening and even learned something new in the morning. Plus they always thank me for the job I am doing when I leave. It makes me feel bad about whining.

Rain fell as I drove into work last night. Someone in another journal said that the rain was transforming the snowbanks into glassy rock and I have to agree with that description. The only thing that I would add is that the glassy rock is grey.

I seem to be myself once again. Things have become less emotional and part of me thinks that it is due to the rain. Sleeping and or reading sound like the best way to spend the day now that winter has loosened its grip and given us rain and humidity instead of snow and cold.

 
written input at the moment: The New Yorker
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