A couple more from Yesterday.
After the meeting I had a good old fashioned rant at management, concluding
with "and so I have no choice but to fucking well resign". John, the Ops
Manager (one of the nicest blokes you could wish to meet) said calmly
"perhaps you'd like to go home and reflect on what's happened?", so I did,
and sent in an email saying exactly the same. At 10am today I had a
phonecall from my line manager: "John's not here today but he's left a note
for me to ask you if your email is your resignation?" YES!
Civil Servant Harwood is no more. I'm a free man. I think.
7th May 2008, 10:57
6th May 2008, 23:18
I got rather peckish...
6th May 2008, 22:54
...if, full of care,
we have no time to stand and stare?
1 & 2: Freshwaterwest.
3: Warren Church, currently being renovated.
4: The best cream tea in Pembrokeshire at The Old Tea Rooms, Bosherston.
5: Heading home through the Stackpole Estate.
6th May 2008, 22:44
I've had to sit around all fucking morning waiting for this meeting at
11.00, which took ten fucking minutes (the DWP are paying some senior
management BOZO to come all the way from fucking NEWCASTLE to conduct this
interview). I probably overused the words appalled, disgusted and wanker,
but they were appropriate for the moment. I did mention the job/arse/stick
phrase a few times too, and was invited to go home and reflect on the
matter, which I have. They can stick their fucking job up their fucking
arses, I'm going for a ride.
6th May 2008, 11:54
I've been pursuing this complaint at work since November '07.
Tomorrow, 6th May '08, my appeal gets a hearing.
As I've mentioned before, the effect this has had on my health is quite
Management know this, that's why they're "rushing this one through".
I think it's time for the old Job, Stick and Arse routine.
5th May 2008, 21:47
6 bikes in one shed. Now, where shall I put my tools?
5th May 2008, 15:40
2 different ones
5th May 2008, 15:03