This last fortnight has required a lot of tongue biting. Tomorrow marks the last day of it, and I no longer have to resist the urge to snarl "what are you going to do? Fire me?" which has been consuming me for the past couple of weeks with each unreasonable request made of me (I’m not kidding. Yesterday saw me wading through clumps of manky human hair samples. Some of which belonged to people who are now dead. And no, it wasn’t in the job description). One more day… and then I’m done.
I never write in depth about work as I really wouldn’t have much nice to say – a fact Lanette can attest to, met as she is pretty much each morning with a hissing email starting with something along the lines of "You’ll never guess what they did this time" – but I think it’s fair to say I’ve been treated with an unhealthy dose of disrespect here, particularly over the last 7 months, but as of tomorrow at 5 o’clock it’s over.
Or 6 o’clock.
Or 7 o’clock.
Or whenever they stop finding shitty little things for me to do to prolong my torment. Bastards.
4 weeks ago