I'm Free!
Oh yes. I'm FREE. FREE I tells yer!Thursday morning at around 10:00am. I was knee deep in unsorted mail. My mobile rang: withheld number. I've had this before - when the body who are interested in employing me phoned to arrange an interview back in January. Now normally I don't pick up "withheld" calls but I took a chance.
It was a job offer.
I accepted there and then, before calmly re-entering the sorting office, sorting the eight ton of mail that lay there, going for a wee and then handing in my notice. It was ORGASMIC.
Management wanted to know why I was leaving. I told them. Shit job. Shit pay. Not part-time as promised. Mail not sorted as promised. Inadequate and frankly Neanderthal members of the management team. In short, a business heading for the skids at a rate of knots.
So, come Friday I will be posting my last bit of pointless junk mail before hanging up my bag and beginning to enjoy life again. A life where things like weekends once again exist. A life where I'm not sat twiddling my thumbs on a Tuesday because it's my day off. A life where my work mates may just be able to grasp concepts as far removed from Celebrity this, that and the other as possible.
In short; a life.
Not a lot to ask really is it?
10 comments:
Congratulations!
We don't know what you'll be doing, but we know you are happy to do it!
Thanks for sharing your journey with the world. And your photographs,of course.
All the best
Bill
Congratulations! You must be so relieved not to have to carry on with a job you have hated so much. Good luck with the new one. Keep us 'posted.' (Sorry!)
Way Hay,
Congrats mate. Bet the "debrief" was satisfying!!
Regarding the picture that accompanied this post - it is blurred, at a peculiar angle and the subject is not centred. In short, it's crap! I am just hoping your new job isn't as a photographerbecause if it is it won't be long before you are back sorting the royal mail!
(Only kidding! Good luck in your new job Steve!)
It must feel great to be post-post.
Good on yer!
There is always light at the end of the tunnel...enjoy the new job!
hey steve congratulations.
'nothing worse than shit jobs.onwards and upwards.!
Thanks everyone. Freedom. Sweet freedom.
Good God, I used to be a postie - about twenty years ago. I can't begin to describe how much I hated it.
I still have dreams about it. Congratulations on the great escape. Now go and get some proper sleep.
Most excellent news indeed. Well deserved, although will you be putting the weight back on again?
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