I'm starting the re-write now. The re-write of my first assignment for the comms course I'm on. How depressing it is to get back your first draft (that you thought was almost your last draft) with pithy little remarks on it pointing out that you're talking off the top of your head and haven't back it up with theory from a book written 50 years ago... But that theory doesn't FIT my organisation. We've moved on from there; it's all far more complex these days. Tough. As of today, my organisation is going to be what the book says it should be. I have to get the assignment finished somehow! And what, you may well ask, is the point of all this? That's the trouble - I really don't know.
I mean, all the time I've sat here at my new birch wood desk, pouring over interesting and not-so-interesting tomes in a bid to unravel the mysteries of the organisation's inner workings, I could have spent it all doing something far more creative and personally meaningful to myself. What? Well, you know, just flinging together a quick best-selling novel that will jettison me to fame and fortune overnight - and allow me to leave behind forever the bureaucratic world of the international bakery.
There you are. I've said it. It's a bureaucracy. Nevermind the fancy add-ons, the new-fangled constellations and numerous attempts to promote 'synergies' and teamwork. At the end of the day, it's a bureaucracy I'm stuck in. Now all I have to do is bung that in the assignment and find some suitably academic waffle to put around it!
I'm not an academic and never will be.
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