I am now in the middle of my eighth
week of working alone.
For the most part, I have enjoyed it
quite a bit. As I've mentioned before I can tackle a project and
know I won't get interrupted by a co-worker with a question or with a
little gossip. I can turn music up as loud as I want, and I can sing
along with that music and not make a total fool of myself (at least
to anyone else).
So that part of it's cool.
But I'm also in the middle of my eighth
week of working alone. If the people working from home need
something done here, I have to do. If their equipment isn't working
properly, even at 5 in the morning, I have to fix it. If the office
phone rings and it's someone telling us our vehicle's extended
warranty is expiring, I have to answer the phone and then hang up on
them.
I am the master of my domain (in the
non-Seinfeldian sense). That means I have to take the bad with the
good, I guess. I'll get to keep dubbing in news reports and sticking
sports talk shows on the air. I'll get to reboot computers and hound
people who don't send sound files in on time. And I'll still get to
inwardly chuckle when someone wants me to extend the station
vehicle's extended warranty.
Now, if I can just get my boss to
actually BUY a station vehicle, we'd be all set.
8-)
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