Got through security by 630 for my 8am flight (wanted to eat before the flight)
I'm still waiting to board (its 1150). Some sort of maintenance, they drove a part in from another airport, guy was poking at an access hatch on one of the engines.
If I never poast again you know the maintenance wasn't successful
I tried to be cool and all I got was a lousy warning about my sig being too big.
I am feeling like a totally boss and a lesser great big fatty at the moment. For the past three weeks I've been taking my dieting and weight loss seriously. Walking into work every day, no crisps, no chocolate, no fizzy drinks. Three meals a day, maybe a small few nuts the very odd day. And I've halved the sugar I take in my multiple teas and coffees. I haven't gone at it 1000mph either, I generally get one take away a week (usually indian or chinese rather than pizza or Burger King), I still drink a fair amount, but almost never while at home and not going out (I think I've drunk at home twice at most in the past three weeks.) And in those past three weeks I've lost 10kg (22lbs/1stone 8lbs.) I'm delighted.
In other news, thanking all the brosefs and broettes again for the I've been getting. Awesome, was a tiny ray of light yesterday. Today I moved into the seething resentment stage, which I managed to cover up with poker face. I also enjoyed mental pics of boxes of spiders and tapatalked in the morning, before I suddenly sadly got busy.
The other director showed up and was uncharacteristically awkward going "are you OK, because uhm, yeah, uhm, I guess that was.. <trails off> I guess we should talk it over, whadyathink?" I gave him this probably too honest blank stare (but maybe they don't know me so well yet) and said "oh, well, ok" "want to do it now, or..?" Another one of those looks and I said "whenever is good for you" (indicating great enthusiasm to the careful listener). So apparently I am now talking stuff over with him on monday. I would have pegged him as the one (out of the two) to actually take the businesslike decision to just cut the one person they could cut easiest, but I may have been wrong from the looks of it. I will practise poker face before then.
Anyway, love you (almost) all
Well, then you know the organisation and the people working there pretty well and they certainly know you. Have you negotiated for better conditions (e.g salery, holiday, pentions etc)?
It also depends on where you see yourself in 5-6 years. If you have any ambitions in that regard maybe its time to move on, if you just take each day as it comes you get stuck doing the same thing year after year. Trust me, I know.
Big ups indi! It sounds like the proper boss might actually have an idea for getting you proper work. It's fucking awful to be in a place where you're being farted about with shit work. The place I was in hired me because I'm a marketing graduate (or at least I got that impression from them telling me "We're hiring you to do our marketing.") For the past nine months they've fucked me about doing basic PA stuff. I learned a few weeks ago that I was recommended to them because I knew a bit about computers (and nothing to do with marketing at all.) Obviously I've been performing way below how I would, and they've been getting shirty about this. I'm just waiting for the right time to tell them go fuck themselves and write a complaint about them abusing the government funding they've been given, blatantly hiring people under false pretenses. It's one thing to be fired because you're not doing your work, it's another thing to put up with crap because you're not being given the work you were told you would have.
Also hasn't Sweden been America's prison bitch for a while now, with the whole WWII concept of a neutral country gone?
Well, the last big salary negotiation was 2006 lol but I have been accumulating at 4-5% pa since.Holidays; 20 floating, 9 public and 2 weeks at Christmas. Pension; don't go there!
I do get itchy feet.
But here's the thing, you read about what happened to indi and then I'm talking to people in similar situations. It's a fucking gamble