Not Welcome In The House Of Pensions
There's a moment in Constantine, towards the end when it looks like everything is (quite literally) going to hell when John looks upwards and says "... I know I'm not one of your favorites... I'm not even allowed in your house these days... but I could use a little attention..." and that's pretty much how I've felt all day.
I went back into work, and although I didn't go with much enthusiasm I really didn't expect to feel as uncomfortable and frequently angry as I did. Oddly enough though I was a good boy, didn't slack off or take it out on policy holders (or IFAs!) and I did my indexing and... after a bit I just wondered why, why was I doing that? Would anybody care if I was taking the piss with personal time? I don't know, but then I guess I my actions over the next couple of days will say a lot about whether I want to keep my job come Tuesday. Or maybe it's just me being a fool when there's no chance... I don't know, but then I guess (or at least I hope) I'm the sort of person who HAS to do whatever he's doing to the best of his abilities, or not at all. Well whatever, I was there, I did the job and I didn't get up and walk out no matter how often I felt like it. Maybe that'll count for something next week, and maybe it won't. Only time will tell, as the cliche goes.
That's it really, that's been my day. At least so far, it really shouldn't dominate my every waking hour, but right now, with the extra uncertainty and this hanging over me like the sword of Damocles it's hard to think of anything but. I'll say one thing for this company; they really are a bunch of bastards.
Makes me wonder why it is I want to stay really...
posted by BadMonkey @ 6:17 PM
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