Thank God it's Friday

Thank God it's Friday,

Party lights, Friday night feelin' right,

It's a party!

Thank God it's Friday,

Party lights, Friday night feelin' right,

It's a party!

-Thank God It's Friday, R. Kelly

I'm especially pleased that the work week has ended. I'm usually happy for weekends, but this week, well, this week has been trying.

I'm trapped in training and dry training at that. I'm cross-training -- I'm a communications specialist in Marketing and I'm learning about Client Account Management. I'm sure it'll help me do my job better, but can I be honest?

Heck, this is my blog, I can be whatever I want.

I really don't care how the company works and how I can apply payments using some antiquated system. I don't care about the five account levels and I don't care how to handle clients who refuse to pay their bills.

I do care that I can no longer use the phone as I like. I do care that my lunch has been trimmed down to a meagre half an hour. I do care that my tail has to be in that blasted classroom at eight am. I can only hope that this will help me in my career somehow... how? I'm not too sure about that yet.

I'm sad.

I have nuff respect for people who work in call centres, but I didn't sign up to be one, so I'm annoyed that I have to spend two and a half weeks in a classroom learning how to be one.

And it's only day 3.

Sigh.

I miss the days of writing content for our Intranet and Internet, leisurely blogging on issues that sparked me after sipping my coffee and reading through thestar.ca and cnn.com. Coming in at a few minutes after nine and cracking jokes with my co-workers. I actually, GASP, miss meetings.

I'm really falling off the deep end if I'm missing meetings, 'cause we all know that meetings accomplish nothing.

Until March, I'm trapped in a windowless room, with only the hum of the projector to keep me awake...

Sigh.