Time to find a new job, methinks. The problem is I love what I am doing, I love the people I am doing it with, but I don't like those who are telling me what to do, especially when they don't seem to get it or recognise what it is they claim that we are doing.
As is a common theme, todays whine is about my actions versus my being. I should warn that this is a somewhat morose, depressing entry. Sorry about that
( Read more... )
The captain of the ship returns to work this week. He will find out all the things the first mate has done to the ship while the captain has been away
( Read more... )
It turns out the hours for the job (not listed anywhere I looked, and re-looked) are only 26. While they pay more per hour, my net at the end of the week is below my threshold.