Jeccius’s Drivel

Work is relentless. Even though there is currently no jobs waiting on my special “queue”, there are hundreds waiting on our normal job and I’m working away rather busily at them. No rest at all, constantly chipping away at us in the office. Relentless.

I’m yawning quite happily here; there’s another 2 hours left in work to go. I guess I shouldn’t have drunk that can of “Relentless”; a new alternate to Red Bull. About the size of a beer can and quite tasty actually; works a treat too. Only problem being is that it’s now worn off and I feel like a fecking zombie.

Work is trying to ban anyone in the office from browsing during calls. That’s going to be a hard one to administer, considering alot of good people here including myself use the internet to find the answers we need to solve the customer’s issues. I genuinely beleive our management like to blame anything other than their own falibility for any amounts of shit that hit the fan, and we are the puppets for them to twist our strings.

God I need a new job. Sure I’ve typed that before, but I’ll type it again. As soon as I wake up I’ll look.