Today while waiting at least half an hour for the three people in front of me to be served, I couldn't help but notice a sign Centre Link had put up explaining that everyone was in casual clothes because of Casual Friday.
Centre Link, or the people in the Ballarat office at least, really must not have that much faith in the people who receive payments if they felt the need to explain that.
I'm pretty certain that everyone knows about Casual Friday. Even if they are unemployed!
But maybe they've seen enough over the years to realize that maybe most people who receive Centre Link payments will never see the inside of an office building besides their local Centre Link one. Maybe the people in the Ballarat office are just realists.
I don't know.
It doesn't raise a person's spirits while in there though ... and it's already depressing enough in there as it is.
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Friday, June 10, 2011
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Time to be Concerned
Today was meant to be my first day back at work after the Christmas break.
No problems, right?
it just meant that I have to get up a littler earlier than usual (ok, a lot earlier) and get myself down to the office.
Easy.
Or it should've been.
I mean, I got myself up without any problems. It was acually surprisingly easy considering how late I went to bed.
The hard part came when I thought about getting myself down to the office. I just went limp and couldn't move when I thought about it.
The thought of going back to that shitty job was just too much for me.
I really need a better job. One that doesn't fill me with dread at the thought of going in.
But I was expecting a phone call from the people in the office about mid morning to find out where the hell I am, and why I'm not in at the office.
I haven't recieved that call yet. And I don't think I'm going to.
So now I'm not sure if I even have this shitty job. I mean, what if I go into the office tomorrow and everyone asks why I'm there? That could be a little embarrassing. Not to mention a waste of my time ... ok, maybe not a waste of my time. But it will be a waste of my energy at the very least.
I guess I had better act quickly and get myself another job.
No problems, right?
it just meant that I have to get up a littler earlier than usual (ok, a lot earlier) and get myself down to the office.
Easy.
Or it should've been.
I mean, I got myself up without any problems. It was acually surprisingly easy considering how late I went to bed.
The hard part came when I thought about getting myself down to the office. I just went limp and couldn't move when I thought about it.
The thought of going back to that shitty job was just too much for me.
I really need a better job. One that doesn't fill me with dread at the thought of going in.
But I was expecting a phone call from the people in the office about mid morning to find out where the hell I am, and why I'm not in at the office.
I haven't recieved that call yet. And I don't think I'm going to.
So now I'm not sure if I even have this shitty job. I mean, what if I go into the office tomorrow and everyone asks why I'm there? That could be a little embarrassing. Not to mention a waste of my time ... ok, maybe not a waste of my time. But it will be a waste of my energy at the very least.
I guess I had better act quickly and get myself another job.
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