Another Monday
04 September 06 - 17:07
Let's make an example, this morning I woke up at 8, began to work at 8.30.
As usual, I had no lunch break and I arrived at home at 7.00 PM, still with a little bit of energy, enough, at least, to switch off the PC and check the list of things to do.
I see a couple of things really urgent in the list.
I have to read and valuate three short stories and three poems for a prize where I am part of the jury. It had to be done before ... last week.
Then I have to write ten new songs for the third Martiria album that should come out in Autumn.
Three are done, one is almost there and the other six... I do not even know what to write about.
Well, so, maybe I should begin to work on it, no?
No.
No, because I have to go back to fix computers, since I am "on call".
Being "on call" means that I cannot go too far from home, no more than one hour driving or so, because multinationals oblige workers to work day and night, Saturday and Sundays, Christmas and New Year's Eve and if a server fails or a network gets stuck, someone has to run in the middle of the night to fix it so that the production (oh, production!!) won't stop even for a night. Not even for an hour.
So, I am “on call”. Someone rang from the states on my mobile phone, and I have to take the van again and drive for one hour, try to understand why a damn switch in a damn chemical plant in the middle of nowhere is not answering to a "ping" coming from somewhere in Colorado, then back to the car again, back home again, climb the six stairs (with no lift) and, finally... I will take a shower, switch off the PC and fall asleep on the sofa.
Just another ordinary day wasted.
I should get used to it, after all it has gone on for four years already. 1460 days, 1460 nights.
Four years spent to be a guard dog of a network.
To make rich people richer and poor people even more miserable.
Nothing to be proud about.
