That’s it.
It’s now official.
I’ve passed the six month’s probation period, I’m a member of a great union, I’ve received my benefit package, I got my first little raise, and we’ve had a little party to celebrate on the weekend. The best part is that they cannot get rid of me anymore: I can now freely speak my mind with idiot co-workers whom I suspect will suddenly leave me alone. But it doesn’t mean I’m going to act like the lot of them, I’m not gonna change because of that little milestone…. I’m gonna continue to show up on time, I’m gonna continue to do my job well and not step on anyone’s toes.
It’s not my first job within a great powerful union, I’ve seen how it affects certain individuals who abuse the service to do as little as possible and cash in a paycheque that’s a bit bigger than they deserve for their efforts #06 (again, just another case of a small party ruining the reputation of a larger group of dedicated workers). I won’t be that guy. I actually like my job, I’m happy there, I’m not stressed… but mind you it’s only been 6 months. Still, it’s a large enough time period to judge the environment and the people.
At my age, I’ve realized that work is only my paycheque, it’s not my life… My life is at home, where I’m satisfied and happy, so even though I might get some frustration out of certain individuals at work, I won’t let it affect me outside of it… I might write about it here because they are stupidly hilarious, I’m often astounded by their ridiculousness, but at the end of the day, it makes me laugh, not want to fight “the power”.
Please see DR’s post for all the pictures from the party… I was busy drinking and didn’t even take one myself… nor apparently said goodbye to people as they left… whoopsy! I don’t know if I should blame Gin & Tonic or the Brain Hemorrhage shooters…
