The great divide

Here's tae us!
Wha's like us?
Damn few,
And they're a' deid!

Despite planning to continue the early morning exercise and breakfast routine, I ended up grabbing the early bus and everything that went with it.

The morning saw another meeting about the future of the university I no longer have any future with. Still, there was a nice distraction in the form of a professional and intelligent member of staff I'd never met before, which made going back to the office even more soul-crushing than normal. No matter how low I set the bar of expectation, my colleagues routinely manage to limbo right underneath it. You should see the English some of these English teachers are producing. I left with Mr Boss getting quite excited about picking a fight with Knobface. He's as bored as I am, evidently.

Between building jaunts, I managed to get my original documents back from our nightmare of an HR director (Hitler Bitch). Six months she's had them, and she didn't even manage to sort out a contract for me (nor any of the other expatriate staff as it happens). As Mr Boss pointed out though, they can hardly demand I work my entire notice if I'm not under contract.

I should be happier about that, but like I said earlier, I grabbed the early bus and everything that went with it.

More's the pity.


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The following is for thought recording purposes, and is not a sympathy gathering stunt:

In other news, I'm finding blipfoto increasingly diffcult to maintain a worthwhile connection with. I often get the feeling that I'm being forced to hang around with a bunch of people that I wouldn't normally choose to hang around with in any other circumstances. It's almost like the place is becoming one massive in-joke that I really don't get. Subscription-only based perusing and spotlight/forum avoidance is easier said than done, and it's probably just a product of my current mindset, but maybe it's time for another wee break so as to not get distractingly irritated by it all.