March 14, 2006
See the pattern doofus….
Last two days back at work have been fairly punishing - not because of the pain in my side but more because of my boss - I’ ve tried to find a way to wrangle a move elsewhere and it hasn’ t come off - really should start working on a CV and keep my head down I guess.
I’ ve responded in written form to the letter he sent me and will hand it to him tomorrow - crux of it is to politely point out the injustices and inaccuracies he lists and also to state that he hasn’ t given me a clear idea of what he is expecting in terms of success and achievement - because I have no idea and it seems there was no real job here apart from that of admin monkey - I wrote it out a few times - the first attempt was fairly anger fuelled in tone - the more I refined, the less angry I got.
You see, in the end, it’ s my fault - not that my boss is asshole - but that I thought he wouldn’ t be - especially after working for him years ago - and in the end, plenty of folk told me it wasn’t a good idea to come back - and I should of put more thought into the offer and worked the money out a little better before I hastily accepted and signed the contract - plus I should of asked for a clearer description of the responsibilities of the role.
So what was I thinking? Well I wasn’ t happy in Jakarta - in so far as the city was a shithole and the job was going nowhere and I was drinking too much - the options thereafter were probably either Holland or the UK - the UK had family and friends and my bosses false promises - Holland had a dull grey cloud of unknown and I’ d been away for three years. I should of fought to stay in Vietnam longer I suppose - hindsight - is a bitch - but tell the truth I thought I wanted out of there as well towards the end...seeing a pattern here - i never end up anywhere I want to be for any longer than a year.....
Ah well - I didn’ t think it out and now with the option of Holland no longer available I only really have myself to blame - best stop bitching about it - consider it’ s a better situation than most have and figure out my next move - at the end of the day my boss may indeed be a complete and utter arse but I do taste tea for a living, so I have a bit of a cheek complaining don’t I?
Hang in there, keep my head down, get the flat set up in a few months - job may not stimulate or take me anywhere fast, but it will continue to pay as long as I keep my emotions in check - I join the legions of people on this earth that hate their boss - rare fucking bird - and in the meantime I’ ll do my best to get drunk, get laid and not worry so much.
Although the getting laid part is tricky when you are out of shape, living with your parents and have no car.
And the drunk all the time part doesn’ t really help anything in the end apart from ultimately making me fat, angry and poor.
Apart from Whisky - for that makes me wise beyond all others it seems.
Of course I could protest that all will change in six months or so - once I’ ve recovered from the sharkbite I’ ll get back to the gym again and with a flat in the city means no need for a car and no awkward morning after situations such as by the way - mind out on your way down to get a cuppa - you’ ll likely bump into my entire family
I’ ve responded in written form to the letter he sent me and will hand it to him tomorrow - crux of it is to politely point out the injustices and inaccuracies he lists and also to state that he hasn’ t given me a clear idea of what he is expecting in terms of success and achievement - because I have no idea and it seems there was no real job here apart from that of admin monkey - I wrote it out a few times - the first attempt was fairly anger fuelled in tone - the more I refined, the less angry I got.
You see, in the end, it’ s my fault - not that my boss is asshole - but that I thought he wouldn’ t be - especially after working for him years ago - and in the end, plenty of folk told me it wasn’t a good idea to come back - and I should of put more thought into the offer and worked the money out a little better before I hastily accepted and signed the contract - plus I should of asked for a clearer description of the responsibilities of the role.
So what was I thinking? Well I wasn’ t happy in Jakarta - in so far as the city was a shithole and the job was going nowhere and I was drinking too much - the options thereafter were probably either Holland or the UK - the UK had family and friends and my bosses false promises - Holland had a dull grey cloud of unknown and I’ d been away for three years. I should of fought to stay in Vietnam longer I suppose - hindsight - is a bitch - but tell the truth I thought I wanted out of there as well towards the end...seeing a pattern here - i never end up anywhere I want to be for any longer than a year.....
Ah well - I didn’ t think it out and now with the option of Holland no longer available I only really have myself to blame - best stop bitching about it - consider it’ s a better situation than most have and figure out my next move - at the end of the day my boss may indeed be a complete and utter arse but I do taste tea for a living, so I have a bit of a cheek complaining don’t I?
Hang in there, keep my head down, get the flat set up in a few months - job may not stimulate or take me anywhere fast, but it will continue to pay as long as I keep my emotions in check - I join the legions of people on this earth that hate their boss - rare fucking bird - and in the meantime I’ ll do my best to get drunk, get laid and not worry so much.
Although the getting laid part is tricky when you are out of shape, living with your parents and have no car.
And the drunk all the time part doesn’ t really help anything in the end apart from ultimately making me fat, angry and poor.
Apart from Whisky - for that makes me wise beyond all others it seems.
Of course I could protest that all will change in six months or so - once I’ ve recovered from the sharkbite I’ ll get back to the gym again and with a flat in the city means no need for a car and no awkward morning after situations such as by the way - mind out on your way down to get a cuppa - you’ ll likely bump into my entire family
Hmmmm..... Pause button for life would be good - I could press it and then go have a cup of tea and think about the next step instead of making bad choices too hastily.
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