There have been some interesting developments recently in my otherwise irksome job. First of all, and not really on the more interesting developments, my computer has crashed beyond repair. So, where there once were several hours of uninterrupted, glassy-eyed web-surfing, there was now a gaping void. After some initially worrying minutes of thumb twiddling, the abyss was filled by reading an entire novel, something which I hadn't managed to do in one day at work before. Granted, it was an Maigret detective novel of less than 200 pages, but it left me with an immense sense of satisfaction for some skiving well done.
A little more interestingly, I was also presented with a stack of my very own business cards yesterday. I had been vaguely aware that some of my colleagues had them, but never imagined my position would warrant such a lucrative status symbol (in fact, it doesn't). So, now I have a pack of cards in a nifty little plastic holder to distribute at leisure. I immediately had reveries of nonchalantly slipping my card to models at decadent cocktail parties. Sadly though, they would all look bemused and said, "What the hell's a Contact Centre Distributor"? Whereupon I would mumble incoherently, and sheepishly return to the bar.
Perhaps most interestingly, though, a video-conferencing unit has been installed in my office. This will allow the manager to converse in person with colleagues in London, Brussels and Amsterdam, without having to go to the bother of getting on a plane in order to do so (when did telephones suddenly become redundant?) However, due to wires being too short, and the calamitous positioning of plug sockets, the equipment is now standing in front of my desk, instead of in the boardroom next door. Surely not a major problem, one would think. However, this equipment is constantly left on, with the camera pointing directly at me. Which means that anyone in this office, or London, Brussels or Amsterdam, can in an idle moment raise a few chuckles by having a look at what I'm doing. I'm told that this is just a temporary position for the equipment, but until a new location is found, I am potentially at the mercy of about 300 pairs of eyes in some horrible Big Brotheresque simulacrum. Gone are the days when I sit pantsless at my desk...
A little more interestingly, I was also presented with a stack of my very own business cards yesterday. I had been vaguely aware that some of my colleagues had them, but never imagined my position would warrant such a lucrative status symbol (in fact, it doesn't). So, now I have a pack of cards in a nifty little plastic holder to distribute at leisure. I immediately had reveries of nonchalantly slipping my card to models at decadent cocktail parties. Sadly though, they would all look bemused and said, "What the hell's a Contact Centre Distributor"? Whereupon I would mumble incoherently, and sheepishly return to the bar.
Perhaps most interestingly, though, a video-conferencing unit has been installed in my office. This will allow the manager to converse in person with colleagues in London, Brussels and Amsterdam, without having to go to the bother of getting on a plane in order to do so (when did telephones suddenly become redundant?) However, due to wires being too short, and the calamitous positioning of plug sockets, the equipment is now standing in front of my desk, instead of in the boardroom next door. Surely not a major problem, one would think. However, this equipment is constantly left on, with the camera pointing directly at me. Which means that anyone in this office, or London, Brussels or Amsterdam, can in an idle moment raise a few chuckles by having a look at what I'm doing. I'm told that this is just a temporary position for the equipment, but until a new location is found, I am potentially at the mercy of about 300 pairs of eyes in some horrible Big Brotheresque simulacrum. Gone are the days when I sit pantsless at my desk...
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