The Wash-Up

My Sunday morning... on a Tuesday as usual. A bit of a sleep-in, but now up & waiting for 9am to roll around so I can phone a couple of Recruiters about positions they supposedly have available. I say 'supposedly' because nine times out of ten, I never hear anything from anyone about the e-mail applications I send &, today, one of the jobs I looked at which fitted my Profile even had the headline 'Test Job. Do Not Apply'. How many of those have there been, I wonder?

In the aftermath of Saturday's confrontation with Ownership & Management it's been interesting to learn two things. First; that my lazy-arsed cow-orker escaped any kind of official censure or penalty even though it has been his arrogant disregard for procedures & wilful disinclination to heed my requests for him to follow them, that landed us... well, just me apparently... in trouble in the first place. Second; that O & M are most likely selling my Branch to a competitor who also wants the furniture shop next door, with the aim of opening a large outlet of their own. If that's the case, no wonder they didn't fire me when I can be made safely & non-controversially redundant in the near future anyway.

And I have a cold!! L-SP brought it home a few days ago when I was in the middle of the mess described above & previously & I said I'd get it when I could relax a little. Sure enough...

Now:~ more coffee, breakfast & to the phone...