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elfinblaze) wrote2014-10-02 09:07 pm
elfinblaze) wrote2014-10-02 09:07 pm
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More Work Update!
Well, today was productive. I got all my filing done! Yay!
How much filing, you might ask. Well, take a look.
This was two and a half hours worth of work this afternoon. Apart from those letters to be sent, these are piles, sorted into people to receive them.
When I say "receive", I mean me rifling through their shelves looking for the files to which EACH PAGE belongs and attaching them.
Because NO ONE in my office knows the meaning of the word "to file." I'm constantly walking around with a hole-punch, sorting everyone else's files. Luckily I am an organisation nut who actually enjoys filing.
They're all great people to work with, though. And it is so female-dominated. Out of about 25 people, only four are men.
This is sort of what the company looks like:
Not counting things like HR, finance, IT, legal, and executive divisions (none of which work in my building), the core company that does the actual work is comprised of eight groups, each doing a different aspect/speciality of our work. For example, one group deals with complex cases, another with government cases, another with emergency cases (mine), another with the late stages of other cases, etc. Each group is then sub-divided into three teams. Each team takes on different aspects within those categories, to break up the work further. Each team contains five or six people, plus a manager, plus one assistant (me). So reading off the picture up there, I'm in team 5A.
Although having said that, my group is a bit different, because team 5C has about ten people working in it because they have that much work to do.
Anyway, us lowly office assistants, from teams 5A, B, and C (as well as one from group 7), have formed a bit of a group. We meet in the stationary room to gossip about the printer behind its back every time it jams. No, really.
There's one woman with a lolly jar attached to her cubicle, and everyone who passes can help themselves. She's off work tomorrow, which led to one guy accusing her: "That's right, get the office addicted to sugar and then bugger off."
When I told my mother that, she replied, "well, you've landed in the right office then." Because everyone knows my sweet tooth.
The only down side to today was that I tore my trouser hem. Again. So I got to spend some quality time with a needle and thread over lunch time. This is why I carry a sewing kit in my handbag.
Anyway, I'm going to go to bed. I have an e-mail that needs re-writing tomorrow, and probably a whole new stack of faxes and mail to file.
How much filing, you might ask. Well, take a look.
This was two and a half hours worth of work this afternoon. Apart from those letters to be sent, these are piles, sorted into people to receive them.
When I say "receive", I mean me rifling through their shelves looking for the files to which EACH PAGE belongs and attaching them.
Because NO ONE in my office knows the meaning of the word "to file." I'm constantly walking around with a hole-punch, sorting everyone else's files. Luckily I am an organisation nut who actually enjoys filing.
They're all great people to work with, though. And it is so female-dominated. Out of about 25 people, only four are men.
This is sort of what the company looks like:
Not counting things like HR, finance, IT, legal, and executive divisions (none of which work in my building), the core company that does the actual work is comprised of eight groups, each doing a different aspect/speciality of our work. For example, one group deals with complex cases, another with government cases, another with emergency cases (mine), another with the late stages of other cases, etc. Each group is then sub-divided into three teams. Each team takes on different aspects within those categories, to break up the work further. Each team contains five or six people, plus a manager, plus one assistant (me). So reading off the picture up there, I'm in team 5A.
Although having said that, my group is a bit different, because team 5C has about ten people working in it because they have that much work to do.
Anyway, us lowly office assistants, from teams 5A, B, and C (as well as one from group 7), have formed a bit of a group. We meet in the stationary room to gossip about the printer behind its back every time it jams. No, really.
There's one woman with a lolly jar attached to her cubicle, and everyone who passes can help themselves. She's off work tomorrow, which led to one guy accusing her: "That's right, get the office addicted to sugar and then bugger off."
When I told my mother that, she replied, "well, you've landed in the right office then." Because everyone knows my sweet tooth.
The only down side to today was that I tore my trouser hem. Again. So I got to spend some quality time with a needle and thread over lunch time. This is why I carry a sewing kit in my handbag.
Anyway, I'm going to go to bed. I have an e-mail that needs re-writing tomorrow, and probably a whole new stack of faxes and mail to file.