On the plus side, I have found a new job. It is only maternity cover (Amy: this is to cover whilst the incumbent goes off and has her baby – she can take up to a year) and I’m not sure what will happen after that. Worst case scenario is that I have to find another job in a year’s time. It was supposed to be a secondment but of course, my lovely employers wouldn’t release me. So I quit.
Work has been beyond hideous (as you know, dear Reader) so it’s good to know I’m going to escape. It’s just a festering poisonous place of unpleasantness. I’m amazed to hear that people outside our section can see this but I’ve had a few comments to that effect. I suppose the fact that our staff turnover is so horrendous is a clue. Not a clue recognised by our own senior managers but still.
I’m dreading my last day – there’s usually a bit of a speech made and I don’t think my boss is going to want to say nice things about me. He acknowledges I’m good at my job but apparently this is not enough. Funnily enough, he is not good at his job but IS very good at the corporate brown-nosing. He’ll doubtless go far.
I think I’m not being as strict with carbs as I should be – everything has been so crazy I simply haven’t had the energy and time to think about each food choice. I am aware that sounds like an excuse but it’s actually true. I need to get back on top of this – and maybe then I wouldn’t fear the SoD so much. Oh who am I kidding….!