Tuesday, September 05, 2006
a type of chinese hell
ohmygod my job.
it is like being stuck in the middle of some asain market place where all you need is to find one, specific, certain object and the only people you can ask DON'T SPEAK ENGLISH and you DON'T SPEAK ANY OF THE NUMEROUS ASAIN LANGUAGES and so no matter how many times you ask them and no matter how many times they try to answer you, you both accomplish nothing. besides developing a sort of headache and the urge to cry. this doesn't stop you from trying, mostly by just getting LOUDER and LOUDER. christ on a mountain, as my mother would say. my first real day at work.
at one point today i had about 7 parents hovering around my desk (all of who did not speak english as a first language) asking me questions i did not know the answers for, while i tried to search for documents that might already exist so that I could cut and paste together a - and get ready for this - PRESS RELEASE to be distributed to a list of media contacts by 4pm about a competition and dancer I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT, while I 'kept an eye' on somebody's infant child that they decided to leave with me to 'watch'. it was so loud in the office that i couldn't hear anyone on the phone - which was ringing off the hook - not that it would have mattered because, like everyone else involved with goh, 90% of them couldn't speak english either. it was beyond overwhelming. everytime i dared to ask a question or for some help i would just get myself into a deeper mess, drowning in paragraphs of extra instruction that will never be understood by me unless i decide to take some evening cantonese classes.
tomorrow i am to put together a press kit to follow up the press release that i created. i still will not know anything about the competition or the dancers or where i am supposed to attain photographs of the dancers i don't know. tomorrow i am supposed to update the website. of course, i don't have a clue of any passwords or FTP info or any of the jazz that helps a person trying to web master a site. oh, and i have been asked to work saturday as well. six days a week. of sheer ridiculousness. over forty hours a week of ...this...and i am sitting here wondering...what have i done?
yet can i really not do it?
oh god oh god oh god oh god.
what have i done?
it is like being stuck in the middle of some asain market place where all you need is to find one, specific, certain object and the only people you can ask DON'T SPEAK ENGLISH and you DON'T SPEAK ANY OF THE NUMEROUS ASAIN LANGUAGES and so no matter how many times you ask them and no matter how many times they try to answer you, you both accomplish nothing. besides developing a sort of headache and the urge to cry. this doesn't stop you from trying, mostly by just getting LOUDER and LOUDER. christ on a mountain, as my mother would say. my first real day at work.
at one point today i had about 7 parents hovering around my desk (all of who did not speak english as a first language) asking me questions i did not know the answers for, while i tried to search for documents that might already exist so that I could cut and paste together a - and get ready for this - PRESS RELEASE to be distributed to a list of media contacts by 4pm about a competition and dancer I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT, while I 'kept an eye' on somebody's infant child that they decided to leave with me to 'watch'. it was so loud in the office that i couldn't hear anyone on the phone - which was ringing off the hook - not that it would have mattered because, like everyone else involved with goh, 90% of them couldn't speak english either. it was beyond overwhelming. everytime i dared to ask a question or for some help i would just get myself into a deeper mess, drowning in paragraphs of extra instruction that will never be understood by me unless i decide to take some evening cantonese classes.
tomorrow i am to put together a press kit to follow up the press release that i created. i still will not know anything about the competition or the dancers or where i am supposed to attain photographs of the dancers i don't know. tomorrow i am supposed to update the website. of course, i don't have a clue of any passwords or FTP info or any of the jazz that helps a person trying to web master a site. oh, and i have been asked to work saturday as well. six days a week. of sheer ridiculousness. over forty hours a week of ...this...and i am sitting here wondering...what have i done?
yet can i really not do it?
oh god oh god oh god oh god.
what have i done?
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