It’s been an odd time at work recently. Quite honestly, if it had been like this all the time I maybe would have made more of an effort to stick at my job. This is what my week looked like recently: On Monday and Tuesday the manager left at around 3pm, leaving the rest of the team rudderless. On Wednesday I worked my contracted hours; … Continue reading The Guilt.
When I first considered the prospect of impending unemployment, my outlook was undeniably gloomy. I wouldn’t be able to afford Wimbledon rent, that’s for sure. Would I have to take a job I dislike even more than accountancy, with potentially worse hours and unquestionably worse pay? My French housemate was scathing of my pessimism. “You English people are so pessimistic! Why do you expect to … Continue reading Getting What I Want