Well, it’s been a long time coming, but I am now officially unemployed.
The last 2 months have been tedious to say the least. I had to give 2 months notice because my job is so specialist. Allegedly they are meant to use that extra time to find and train my replacement. They didn’t. So I had to suffer work for an extra month for nothing.
And suffer I did. I used to like my job because it was you, on your own in a room, just getting on with things. No other people to contend with, no one else to fuck up but yourself, singular intention and no distractions. Somewhere along the way all that changed.
Being stuck in a room having to listen to other people bitch and moan about this, that and the other; having to listen to their endless repetition of bad jokes; having to deal with their lazy, ignorant mistakes; this is not my idea of heaven.
And the politics, my God! The endless politics. And very little of it real or reasonable in any way. Even on my last day people were trying to drag me into stuff, even though I studiously avoid that kind of thing as much as possible. They even asked me how I stay out of it all. “By not having conversations like this,” I thought.
But it’s all over now. There’s just a wee leaving do thing to get through on Monday (there’s even politics involved in who is coming to that apparently, and it’s stressing me out to the point where I’m thinking it’d be easier not to go!) and then I don’t have to think about work ever again.
I’m so over working for other people. It’s my idea of hell. From now on it’s just me, myself and I.