Trooper wrote:
metalangel wrote:
Trooper wrote:
Also, I always thought the old dude who looked after the off-site work car park had a great job. A little hut, a tv, and stroll round the car park every couple of hours, get there when everyone turns up, piss off home when everyone has left work.
I've done similar. It's mind-numbing. Granted, it was the era before smartphones (and a Gameboy would have been too obvious) but it was still very very boring.
Admittedly, my hut would have a laptop.
You don't understand. You cannot settle into doing anything you've brought with you, because at any given moment you can and will be interrupted with work.
My current job is like this. I was sitting trying to play Diner Dash on my iPhone last night and was being interrupted constantly by the phone ringing, by someone coming over to give me a fax, by someone else announcing their driver had just been kicked in at Prestatyn, that there was a body hanging from a tree at Ystrad Rhondda within sight of passengers and all services were on stop (really).
The same was true at my job being the guy in the hut. Your phone would ring, you'd be called to come and assist somewhere else, a vehicle would arrive at your gate and need letting in or out or directing elsewhere. Hell, on one occasion they forgot I was there and I ended up working several hours of unexpected overtime, thinking I was still needed.
You will almost certainly NOT be allowed a laptop. You will have read your copy of EVO twenty times over. If you have a computer, many websites (BETEO is blocked for me) will undoubtedly be blocked. Your supervisor won't be happy to keep finding you arsing around on your phone every time they come past.
So when the job itself has no stimulating or challenging activity BUT requires you to be ready at the drop of a hat to go and work, when any distraction or stimulation you can provide yourself likewise has to be dropped at a moment's notice, but you have no idea when that might be and that it could be in the next 30 seconds or the next 30 minutes... you start to go quietly insane. I can walk away from my desk for two minutes to go for a fucking piss and come back to find everything's gone wrong and they're wondering where I am and why I don't know what's going on. Or I could sit there for the entire day and have fuck all happen, but absolutely no privacy because at any moment someone else might come up to me.