I was listening to a song which had the title that I gave to this entry. The song is about the situation in America in the 1990's. The song is a bit old, but I think the message is still the same. Now you're probably wondering what this has got to do with work. Honoustly I have no idea. If you have any, please let me know through a comment or something like that. I just thought it's a funny title and well in fact there might be some thruth in it. Only how do you know if you have real eyes to realise the real lies that are being told to you by all kinds of institutions and information services? It's a difficult question to answer, and I don't think I know the right answer. It will probably be a different answer for everyone, since everyone has their one true version of things that happened, happens or will happen. I think I'm still a bit naive sometimes, I believe people that they are telling me the truth when they want something for me. Companies like insurance of finance companies usually call you up at dinner time to sell you their products. They always say they are the best, cheapest, truthfulliest or whatever they want you to believe that they are. They talk about changes in legislation thay could effect my finacial future. I usually have no idea if thise changes are true, or will effect my financial future, so I sometimes believe them in telling me the truth. But as I have learned along the way, they usually aren't completely honoust with you, they just want to suck you into their client-database. And after you being sucked into, it's damn hard to get out again. So I think I still don't have the real eyes to see their real lies.
If you have some time, also read this blog: http://watchingdaysgoby.blogspot.com/
It's from a dear friend of mine. And you won't need real eyes to read her blog. Just read it, and maybe leave her some nice comments.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Friday, June 01, 2007
Finishing Up!
On coming monday I'm finally finishing up my project at a company called CIZ (www.ciz.nl). It has been a real experience for me, the last two weeks mostly negative.
But I'm glad to have experienced it, it does make me wiser and maybe in the future more protective of my capabilities. Maybe for my readers, if I have any, the last sentence doesn't really make any sense, but I will try to explain it by telling what happened since 22 march, the day I came to work at the CIZ.
The first few weeks weren't that awful, I had nice collegueas that showed how to work and what to do. Nice ladies, not beautiful ones, but very nice and socially concerning about each other. Social lives were often the topic of conversation at the coffeetable. I got to know them quite rapidly, because I like coffee, so whenever I had the chance to drink it, I took it and listened to their stories about children, grandchildren and so on.
But then I had to leave for a week to finish up a project that I had worked for in the beginning of the year. We just needed a week to tie up lose ends. My manager told me not to say anything to the leaders at CIZ, the office will do so. So I went, said nothing and left my collegueas with big questionmarks above their heads. After a few days being away, I got the message that I have to return immediately otherwise I didn't have to bother coming back at all. The leaders at CIZ threatened to withdraw every person from my agency if I didn't came back. So I went back at the orders of my manager only to find out that they didn't really needed my help. After only two weeks of being back, the leaders at CIZ thought it would be nice for me to do some archive-work. In simpler words, simple, and shitty, archive filing work. Removing 2007 applications from the files and make it into a new file. They thought within 2 weeks I would have been done with their whole archive of 2005, 2006 and 2007. After the third day, they realised it wasn't possible, so they counted how many days it would actually cost. Guess what, it is well over 10 days. Even if you let the work be done by two people. Luckily for my sanity I had a few days off and yesterday I got the great news that after coming monday I won't have to come back, even if they get down on their knees and beg me to come back.
Because my capabilities are not really suitable to do such a mindnumbing work. File after file have passed through my hands the last couple of weeks and all brain activity has ceased to function normally. I have to write on a yellow little post-it to remind my self to take a break now and then, to ease my eyes and hands. So hopefully my readers, if the ones I have, haven't abonded me yet, get a small idea of how happy I am that I'm leaving this company. Hopefully never to return again.
Next week I will work for PGGM, a pensioninsurance company, one of the biggest in the Netherlands, and that is what I'm still studying for. So maybe I get my brain back and my will to study.
But I'm glad to have experienced it, it does make me wiser and maybe in the future more protective of my capabilities. Maybe for my readers, if I have any, the last sentence doesn't really make any sense, but I will try to explain it by telling what happened since 22 march, the day I came to work at the CIZ.
The first few weeks weren't that awful, I had nice collegueas that showed how to work and what to do. Nice ladies, not beautiful ones, but very nice and socially concerning about each other. Social lives were often the topic of conversation at the coffeetable. I got to know them quite rapidly, because I like coffee, so whenever I had the chance to drink it, I took it and listened to their stories about children, grandchildren and so on.
But then I had to leave for a week to finish up a project that I had worked for in the beginning of the year. We just needed a week to tie up lose ends. My manager told me not to say anything to the leaders at CIZ, the office will do so. So I went, said nothing and left my collegueas with big questionmarks above their heads. After a few days being away, I got the message that I have to return immediately otherwise I didn't have to bother coming back at all. The leaders at CIZ threatened to withdraw every person from my agency if I didn't came back. So I went back at the orders of my manager only to find out that they didn't really needed my help. After only two weeks of being back, the leaders at CIZ thought it would be nice for me to do some archive-work. In simpler words, simple, and shitty, archive filing work. Removing 2007 applications from the files and make it into a new file. They thought within 2 weeks I would have been done with their whole archive of 2005, 2006 and 2007. After the third day, they realised it wasn't possible, so they counted how many days it would actually cost. Guess what, it is well over 10 days. Even if you let the work be done by two people. Luckily for my sanity I had a few days off and yesterday I got the great news that after coming monday I won't have to come back, even if they get down on their knees and beg me to come back.
Because my capabilities are not really suitable to do such a mindnumbing work. File after file have passed through my hands the last couple of weeks and all brain activity has ceased to function normally. I have to write on a yellow little post-it to remind my self to take a break now and then, to ease my eyes and hands. So hopefully my readers, if the ones I have, haven't abonded me yet, get a small idea of how happy I am that I'm leaving this company. Hopefully never to return again.
Next week I will work for PGGM, a pensioninsurance company, one of the biggest in the Netherlands, and that is what I'm still studying for. So maybe I get my brain back and my will to study.
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