I'm having a love hate relationship with my job. I'm passionate about the work I do, but for about a month now, I have little will to go to work.
This stems from a change made in the shop. I was thrilled, when about 6 weeks ago, we hired another tech, and he seems to be very sharp. Then, out of the blue, due to problems in our parts department, an new system was laid out for the techs. We are now using a pass through window to receive our parts, that we've tried before, and it's never worked because once it gets hot in the shop, the guys in the parts department complain that the hot air and fumes from the shop bothers them.
Because the window is open, you can hear much of what goes on in the shop... no biggie, but I can no longer have a radio playing in my area, being I'm the closest to the window. Ninety nine percent of the time, it's the same station that pumped throughout the building, and not on a high volume. When I have a big job, and need to make time on it, I'd often put on a CD of some faster paced music... mainly classic rock. Then they added insult to injury....
Now, to some I know this may sound silly, but I'm a whistler, and was told I could no longer whistle along to the music that's pumped throughout the building. I do it without even realizing it. They have broken my rhythm while working. I have nothing to set a tempo. I know, weird, but true. I have to consciously think about not whistling, and it's taken away focus from my work.
They say that the whistling is a distraction to the other workers. That's a huge steaming pile of road apples, as I've spoken to the parts guys, and the other techs, and all thought it was laughable I was asked to stop whistling. I know it's a pet peeve of the owner, as he had it brought up at my 3 month review 8 years ago. Just his way of showing he has control. It sucks, because my work is going out slower, and I've actually had a few screw up's.
It's no longer fun to go to work. Everybody involved with the shop knew, if I was singing or whistling along, I was happy and productive. If I was working quietly, I was pissed about something. I haven't been this unhappy in many years.
Hell, even slaves were allowed to sing while they worked.