Living on the Bright side of Life? – (You lot work to hard!)



So boys and girls a long, long absence, I have not written anything for ages.

 

Excuses

1. I’ve been busy

2. I’ve been pursuing other writing related stuff in my spare time. Like writing for MookyChicks.

3. I’ve been pursuing other writing related stuff in my spare time. Like marketing for MookyChicks.

 

But ho hum, it’s just when I pack it in for a while that I get e mails from people saying they’ve been checking my blog!

So here’s a little update. Supertemps current incarnation is - working for what a friend is referring to as the worlds biggest drug dealer - and I’ve decided not to name it after all.

If I was to say “fast moving consumer goods” those of you in business now get it. If that didn't do the trick let me say any more hints and that would be painting it in big red letters.

You have brought this product. It’s a soft drink! 60% of the worlds population buy this product. When I pulled in on the ferry to Likoma Island in the middle of Lake Malawi, where they only had 3 cars, and two motorbikes, (one of the bikes belonging to the policeman, and one of the cars being the local ambulance), the first thing I saw painted on the side of a concrete block shop, was a sign for this product. 

Anyway I’ll be good, ok. Never one to bite the hand that feeds me. (Maybe they check the blogs! Maybe there is a giant 1984 Webspider trawling the web!! OMG!)

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Magda darling, it’s probably best if you don’t post this particular article on the magazine!

 

Amusingly more people (i.e my green friends) give me more grief for working for this lot than they did when I worked for a bank. I’m sure the countries banking institutions have their fingers in far more sticky pies than even this lot. Possibly only just, and I wouldn’t say I’m very proud of working for them, but hey, charity begins at home.

That is a crap, cop, out, self centred capitalist expression. But I never said I’m not a capitalist. Not outright. Anyway, that is not what this post is about.

 The biggest of the big cheeses obviously need first class administrative support (that’s me) and they are prepared to pay for it. The bank balance is looking better, flights to Morocco have been brought.

But I have to say this: you lot work to hard.

I don’t get it. Why do people do it? What’s the point in earning above 50K a year if you never have time to spend it??????

Seriously, do you just want to die rich??? (What happens if you died tomorrow?)

It cracks me up honestly. It’s a marketing department, it’s a very high level, very well paid marketing department. Marketing is known for being fun, dynamic, vibrant, and the people I work with generally are just that. Problem is some of them are all buried so deeply underneath their workloads that some of them don’t have time to look up from there desks.

6 o’clock, 7 o’clock, 8 o’clock, sometimes 9 o’clock, they’re all still there, bless them.

WHY?

What’s the point? Here’s a bit of cynical independent and objective comment. It’s a new department. They are all trying very hard.

Personally I consider it my honour bound duty to run from my desk at exactly 5.30,in order that they have a reasonable point in time from which to measure how many extra hours they are doing!!!

Well it’s their choice. It’s their choice and I shouldn’t give them grief if that’s what they enjoy.

I’ve done it too.

I have!

 

Never again though, not like that.

 

Nowadays it’s the opposite. I try not to go out to often on a work night, but Monday before last was a smasher. One of the best nights out I’ve had lately. I love my weeknight dance classes, and I make sure I get the exercise in once a week after work.

I just honestly wonder where they get the chance to spend the money they earn! Big houses I guess. I hope that makes them happy.

Thankfully not everyone there is that bad all the time. I have a made at least one very good friend already in the short time I’ve been there. There are quite a few people who are fun. We are beginning to have more fun in my office. Luckily it is actually in my job description to make people have fun! It is also a part of my role that I take very seriously.

And sometimes more people come along, who are professional, fun, well travelled, polite and have actually got their work / life balance sorted.

It can only be a good thing.


Spread the love people.


One life, live it.



 
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