With no task in hand, you are almost bored to death as each passing minute felt like an eternity. You request for some tasks to be assigned and secretly wish that work keeps flowing in to keep you occupied.
With some task in hand, you work extremely hard to clear all task on hand as soon as possible in order to slot some time off in between assignments, a quick break is always welcomed. As more work started flowing in, you get excited and start planning for the workload distribution in accordance to the deadlines. All is well and you are happy.
With even more tasks coming in, the pressure starts falling in. Your schedule is messed up as deadlines overlapped one another and you can't even find time to shit, what more to reorganize them. Work gradually slips into your personal time as you start regretting for making such a dumb wish initially. You start slaving away, day in, day out and your work becomes your best friend.
With such massive amount of task on hand, you're given another blow, one that is almost as deadly as the King Cobra. Your mate call it quits, you almost fainted but maintained. His workload is then distributed among the others and you hear others complaining of hard time at work. You feel like slapping them on the face, five times, rapidly.
With still that much workload, you wonder when the agreed replacement would be coming in and three weeks down the road, the mentioned replacement is still nowhere to be seen. At this rate, panic would be an understatement.
Thanks to many sleepless nights, early morning struggles, hundreds cup of coffee and extremely long working hours causing you to be always late for appointments later, not forgetting the current halt of incoming tasks, you managed to somehow clear off most of the work. You gave yourself a salute, a pat on the shoulder and a McDonald Sundae Cone as a reward for your achievement.
As the tension starts to ease, you can't get use to the feeling of not being occupied by work. You start double checking on every tasks on hand, optimizing whatever that has already been done, proof reading and all that stuff. You feel kinda bored and hoped for work to start pouring in once again. OH THE IRONY.
Post content inspired by having to work in the OFFICE on a beatiful Saturday afternoon. Title inspired by the working peons of the Orcs from Warcraft III, if not mistaken.
With some task in hand, you work extremely hard to clear all task on hand as soon as possible in order to slot some time off in between assignments, a quick break is always welcomed. As more work started flowing in, you get excited and start planning for the workload distribution in accordance to the deadlines. All is well and you are happy.
With even more tasks coming in, the pressure starts falling in. Your schedule is messed up as deadlines overlapped one another and you can't even find time to shit, what more to reorganize them. Work gradually slips into your personal time as you start regretting for making such a dumb wish initially. You start slaving away, day in, day out and your work becomes your best friend.
With such massive amount of task on hand, you're given another blow, one that is almost as deadly as the King Cobra. Your mate call it quits, you almost fainted but maintained. His workload is then distributed among the others and you hear others complaining of hard time at work. You feel like slapping them on the face, five times, rapidly.
With still that much workload, you wonder when the agreed replacement would be coming in and three weeks down the road, the mentioned replacement is still nowhere to be seen. At this rate, panic would be an understatement.
Thanks to many sleepless nights, early morning struggles, hundreds cup of coffee and extremely long working hours causing you to be always late for appointments later, not forgetting the current halt of incoming tasks, you managed to somehow clear off most of the work. You gave yourself a salute, a pat on the shoulder and a McDonald Sundae Cone as a reward for your achievement.
As the tension starts to ease, you can't get use to the feeling of not being occupied by work. You start double checking on every tasks on hand, optimizing whatever that has already been done, proof reading and all that stuff. You feel kinda bored and hoped for work to start pouring in once again. OH THE IRONY.
Post content inspired by having to work in the OFFICE on a beatiful Saturday afternoon. Title inspired by the working peons of the Orcs from Warcraft III, if not mistaken.
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