The summer is finally nearing its end, and there's only a month left before my departure, yay! This summer has felt extremely long, especially because I was so ready for it to be over back when it hadn't even begun.
I still have two weeks of work left, but I thought I'd share my thoughts about my job now rather than in September when all my thoughts will be focused on my approaching exchange year. I'm giving up my flat and moving back to my mom's for a couple of weeks at the beginning of September, so that also means I have to say goodbye to my fast internet connection for awhile. Mom's place only has a slow dial-up connection so I probably won't be spending that much time online while I'm there. I promise to update my lj though.
Anyway, about my job. I went back and read the entry I wrote about work back in May, and it seems like three months of work haven't really changed my opinion about my job at all. In other words, I'm not going back there after this summer. I was in pretty good spirits back in June and was actually considering returning to the factory after I get back from the States, but a couple of more months have made it very clear that it isn't a good place for someone with my type of personality. I've always been somewhat of a perfectionist and it tends to show in my work. If I had my way, I'd do everything slowly and carefully so that I could guarantee the quality of my work, but unfortunately, something like that can't be done in a factory where you're also expected to work very fast. And let me tell you, it's simply impossible to meet all the work's requirements. I've been persistently trying to do my work perfectly, but I have only been left with a growing feeling of frustration and a grudging realization that my only choice is to do my work against my own principles. I probably hit rock bottom yesterday when I was in charge of separating bad pieces of meat from good ones and the pieces just kept coming really fast and in big heaps so that I had less than half a second per piece to see whether they were okay or not. My eyes simply couldn't keep up and I had the urge to burst into hysterical laughter while the words "Do they think I'm superwoman or something?" kept repeating over and over in my head. Not the best day of my life.
And that is only one of the many down sides. The thing that has turned out to bother me the most is the amount of time I waste on traveling every day. According to my estimations, I've spent more than 150 hours on the bus during the past three months. In other words, traveling takes up about one third of my free time every day. The work wouldn't feel nearly as bad if I had more time to myself during the week. Various other down sides to the job include the cold temperature, having to handle raw meat, waking up at 4:50 every morning, and the overall monotony of the work. The only good thing about my job is the good pay and even that wouldn't be enough to counter all the mental stress the job causes me. I've always been an optimist by nature, but this job could easily turn me into a bitter old hag in the long run if I had to continue doing it for years. *shudder*
So, what have I learned this summer? Well, at least I know what I'm not suited for. And I've gained confidence that I really do want to become a translator. Oh yeah, and I now know that it's indeed possible to run five kilometers to the city center in under thirty minutes if I ever happen to miss my bus again (this happened yesterday, I'm going through great muscle pains right now). Hmm... and I guess I've really learned to appreciate a sharp knife. It makes cutting meat so much easier ;).
Ten days of work to go. Two weeks until I move back home. Thirty three days until Bellingham. Still need to learn those 140 new kanji. Darn.
I still have two weeks of work left, but I thought I'd share my thoughts about my job now rather than in September when all my thoughts will be focused on my approaching exchange year. I'm giving up my flat and moving back to my mom's for a couple of weeks at the beginning of September, so that also means I have to say goodbye to my fast internet connection for awhile. Mom's place only has a slow dial-up connection so I probably won't be spending that much time online while I'm there. I promise to update my lj though.
Anyway, about my job. I went back and read the entry I wrote about work back in May, and it seems like three months of work haven't really changed my opinion about my job at all. In other words, I'm not going back there after this summer. I was in pretty good spirits back in June and was actually considering returning to the factory after I get back from the States, but a couple of more months have made it very clear that it isn't a good place for someone with my type of personality. I've always been somewhat of a perfectionist and it tends to show in my work. If I had my way, I'd do everything slowly and carefully so that I could guarantee the quality of my work, but unfortunately, something like that can't be done in a factory where you're also expected to work very fast. And let me tell you, it's simply impossible to meet all the work's requirements. I've been persistently trying to do my work perfectly, but I have only been left with a growing feeling of frustration and a grudging realization that my only choice is to do my work against my own principles. I probably hit rock bottom yesterday when I was in charge of separating bad pieces of meat from good ones and the pieces just kept coming really fast and in big heaps so that I had less than half a second per piece to see whether they were okay or not. My eyes simply couldn't keep up and I had the urge to burst into hysterical laughter while the words "Do they think I'm superwoman or something?" kept repeating over and over in my head. Not the best day of my life.
And that is only one of the many down sides. The thing that has turned out to bother me the most is the amount of time I waste on traveling every day. According to my estimations, I've spent more than 150 hours on the bus during the past three months. In other words, traveling takes up about one third of my free time every day. The work wouldn't feel nearly as bad if I had more time to myself during the week. Various other down sides to the job include the cold temperature, having to handle raw meat, waking up at 4:50 every morning, and the overall monotony of the work. The only good thing about my job is the good pay and even that wouldn't be enough to counter all the mental stress the job causes me. I've always been an optimist by nature, but this job could easily turn me into a bitter old hag in the long run if I had to continue doing it for years. *shudder*
So, what have I learned this summer? Well, at least I know what I'm not suited for. And I've gained confidence that I really do want to become a translator. Oh yeah, and I now know that it's indeed possible to run five kilometers to the city center in under thirty minutes if I ever happen to miss my bus again (this happened yesterday, I'm going through great muscle pains right now). Hmm... and I guess I've really learned to appreciate a sharp knife. It makes cutting meat so much easier ;).
Ten days of work to go. Two weeks until I move back home. Thirty three days until Bellingham. Still need to learn those 140 new kanji. Darn.
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