Days of warm impermanence

Ok, so here's the skinny. I have QUIT MY JOB! I love my job in many ways -- indeed, if you had asked me 10 years ago what my perfect job might look like it wouldn't have been so far off this one -- but the fact is I need a new manager, so therefore I need a new job.

As Anne Robinson once put it, "You have to accept the treachery of the workplace. You cannot waste time discovering it daily.". I did my thinking, I had my therapy, formal and informal, and I decided to get the hell out. And I have.

Thankfully, I have not had to leave the organisation, which I also love, but not to the extent that I am prepared to make myself miserable for it. Circumstances conspired, stormclouds gathered, and I put my only smart shirt on this 9/11 and got myself a job which is a) higher up the food chain and b) part time. So in theory I will have more to fight with and less to lose. Should it come to that.

I am not intending that it will. I am intending instead to tighten my metaphorical belt, broaden my metaphorical horizons, and spend a broader chunk of my time engaging with the real world and the people who matter to me (specifically those to whom I commensurately matter).

And on that note, I sense that I am becoming a bit pissed and wanky so it's enough sherry for the dwarf and off to bed, as my dad would say.

joella

Afterthought: oh yeah, and I signed my resignation letter in purple ink.