Wage slave no more

Now, I must apologise. I know that the gap has been a full year this time.

Thing is, I spent an entire year actually in a job, which also had the effect of taking away all of my free time and will to live. Add to that a highly volatile relationship and general mental health issues, and I’m sure you will forgive me…. Do you forgive me?

Anyway, to be frank I don’t care. I was working on a permanent temporary contract at a nameless company in Richmond. What this means in practice is that, by assuming the right to get rid of you at a minute’s notice, they had earned the facility to threaten you with your job whenever you didn’t do exactly as they pleased. I had already learned from the old lady gig that this is how life works in the job market in this part of the 21st century, since there were actually people approaching me in the corridors at one point begging for work. I decided to grin and bear it, because things are only going to get worse… trust me.

I was good at my job, because it was all about taking money off estate agents, which I viewed as an inherently righteous occupation. The bastards. However it was only when I was offered promotion and came to consider it that I realised how the trap can fall. If I hadn’t had swine flu that led to me going deaf in both ears and the resultant series of hilarious misunderstandings and emotional breakdowns which ended in me effectively dismissing myself from employment by text, then I would probably still be there now. I would probably still be there in another year’s time. That really would have been unfortunate.

So, it was a rubbish job anyway, a 1hr 30 commute each way, uncomfortable hours, and mediocre pay, but it was a job. So I needed another job… which leads to the question, which I hear you ask idly as you’re watching something else on the telly….what am I REALLY doing now?

Well, I’m glad you’ve asked me that… I’ll tell all in the next thrilling instalment. And it won’t be that long, honest.