Hey kids, this was the last Friday that I'll savour that feeling of driving away from the "day centre" into the light. From Monday, I join the ranks of those cursed with "normal hours". 8.30am til 4.30pm and all the extra traffic and headaches that "normal" brings. I'll be on the loose when regular folks are going about their business. On that same treadmill. Not sitting at home with a mars bar and a cup of coffee, blogging or listening to music. I'll also not be sharing transport to and from Hades. This is an environmental bitch that'll hitch up my running costs, not to mention increase emissions (in more ways than six). These are "the needs of the business". All good things as they say, get booted into touch by people who oughtta leave something that ain't broke, the fuck alone. These things are sent to try us, to accelerate the wearing down process. I'm lucky to have a job after all. I should be grateful. But anyway, I am where I am, you readin' where I'm comin' from loud and clear? At this point I'm not sure what there is to impart anymore. The urge to knock it all on the napper is becoming difficult to control but I'm keeping the old noggin down hoping it'll pass. Hoping that it's just a phase. Trying to figure out what the heck I'm playing at.
I have no answers right now so I'm gonna check out THUNDERBABIES, a power trio from Smarje-Sap, Slovenia. I'll be back to you on that subject shortly...
2 comments:
Don't you often wonder that if these management types would stop tinkering with the engine for a year or two the rest of us could actually, erm, get on with what we are paid to do...our jobs! Think what such an initiate would do for staff moral? Hey, it's hardly rocket science but what do you expect when many of our "leaders" have sod all hands-on experience of actually doing the job required. As was once sang on Crypt Records, "the world ain't round, it's square".
I know that if some of the management in my place were deep sixed then morale would go through the roof. Irrespective of what shape the world is, the finer detail illustrates that most of these idiots don't know how to do anything. The general mix of ego and a desire to cover one's own arse does not a leader make. Is there prestige in being a toad? (No disrespect to pondlife intended). I think not.
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