I have just come back from a holiday in Spain (well, not exactly just back, I came back last Thursday). Since then, I have had three shifts at the helhole I call work. Two of those shifts were over the weekend, which was hell, and today, which was even more hell.
It’s got me thinking though. When the recession was first announced, the previous owners of the business thought it wise, maybe a bit too readily, to close the office where I was, move the work down to another geographical area, and make the people in that office redundant. I had the offer of going to a new department, learning new skills, and generally have a job during the rough times,
Things are beginning to pick up now, I think, and as a result, I’m wondering what to do next. I’m getting restless. I have a job which has the maddest hours ever, and I work two out of every three weekends. It’s a mad job, but it helps pay the bills so to speak.
The thought of spending the rest of working career there fills me with dread like you wouldn’t believe. I mean, I’m no spring chicken, I’m 44 next month, and I know that I may not get a better well-paid job doing something different.
I could change, I am unhappy where I work, but what can I do? Looks like I just have to soldier on.