OK, let's all start again..

Right..

So if you read that last post you'll probably think me a liar - 'post again when he's sacked', he said. I hear you say. Or something.

Well, they sacked me. It was tragic really, mainly because I tried my best. I really wanted to do as I was told and play the game and be successful; well successful enough to apply for another credit card and transfer my balance, and maybe in 6 months time start looking for a mortgage...

Unfortunately it all ended in a massive personality clash. My boss was female and had clearly in the past busted her share of balls, plus whatever area of the female anatomy gets busted in a similar way. She was also heavily botoxed, so it was very hard to read her intentions. I thought she liked my waggish wit, rugged charm and questioning nature. Well, she didn't, I discovered. She assumed I was an ego looking for a place to land, and that I wanted to land on her face. That sort of assumption would have been amusing coming from someone who drove a Gold Lexus, if she wasn't handing me my P45.

Being sacked is horrible, however it happens. No matter how much you know you are right, or wronged, it's still a blow to the confidence. No matter how underpaid or miserable or just plain rubbish the job, you still feel annoyed.

I was very annoyed. My reaction to the news would have raised her eyebrows, had she been able to do so. I don't think anyone's spoken to her like that for a while. Didn't help though, because I'm still at home writing this.

I did, by the way, as promised, go to the little recruitment place at the end of the road. It had shut down. Damn credit crunch.

It's time to branch out.