It's been a very nice weekend. Which is good, because the next two weeks are going to be a prelude to hell.
I will have stuff to do at work, but nothing horribly time critical.
However, I will be carrying COM pagers. This is bad. This is bad because I am expected to answer the thing whenever it goes off. This includes 3am or whenever else something breaks.
It means I have to be available to dial in when these things happen. This means no going out, and probably means I shouldn't even be going to kung fu or the gym.
I'm not very happy about this. I was promised that I'd be taken off of rotation for the COM pager at work, but that has apparently been delayed until after Christmas.
Hopefully they won't try to stick me with the thing during Christmas. My relatives haven't seen much of me lately.
Damned crappy job. In January, I'll have been there for a year. Chrissy mentioned that she might be able to get me an in with kastenchase... I am giving this some thought.
I am very tired of carrying a pager, especially when the pay I'm getting is below the industry standard. Work acknowledges this, but ignores it.