Okay, well, not right now actually. I'm blogging right now. And I'm not even taking a break from said activity. That's all neither here nor there, really. What I was doing and am now finished doing? Working. At 7:30. PM. At home. On my fourth day.
My boss popped in to the office at 4:59 today with a bunch of things that needed to be copied. She was going to take them home to read them and then compare notes with me early tomorrow morning. Um, not before 8:00, lady. There are some deadlines hidden in there that might be coming up very soon and so we need to know about them.
Do I stay late? Bring the work home? Wait until I get in tomorrow and potentially still be working when the boss lady wants to compare notes? I've already been yelled at and quite frankly, I don't like being yelled at. Even when I know I'm being yelled at for something completely retarded.
So, I bring the work home. And I spend 10 minutes finding said deadlines. I considered e-mailing my boss to tell her what I found, but that would be opening a door I want to keep closed for as long as I can. If I indicate I'm willing or able to work outside regular business hours, these people will take advantage of me. And I do not want that to happen.
After just a few days at this place and getting trained in on things, I'm starting to get the feeling that these people are of the ilk who make everything a HUGE DEAL so they seem like they're so busy and such good workers and so fucking important. Pardon me while I roll my eyes out of my head. They've made all the stuff I've done thus far seem like it's going to be hard or something. And it isn't. Hence why I think I'll be bored and hate the job. In addition to the other reasons I'll hate the job.
Oh well. It's temporary. And I guess it's good I had to "work" tonight. Can't work out because I've got some pulled muscle or something in the middle of my back. I was nearly in tears after working out last night and I just did cardio. I just have to remember that it's better to take one night off and get a little rest than to push it and end up having to go to the doctor and/or take a couple of weeks off. So, I'm drinking instead. Yay!