i seem to be somewhat
obsessed with the possibility of a promotion to the Maidstone
Hospital. I lay awake for much of the night speculating on the "what
if"s of the matter. Do I *really* want to go back to
a managerial position? Despite the "unfortunate episode"
that led to me being in my current position I actually do like my job
at the moment. I feel it rather suits me, and I've not once in the
last four years felt physically sick at the thought of going into
work (a welcome change from how things used to be).
However... These days I
do wander in to work on the dot of starting time, spend much of the
day spouting purile banter, and am gone like a shot the moment the
clock gets to home time. I make no secret that at the moment I am
just coasting to my retirement in (about) eight to ten years'
time. I particularly like my current shift system (which gives me
days off like today). And I don't miss the problems and
difficulties of command at all. Nowadays no one phones me to tell me
they are going sick just an hour before their shift starts. When
equipment has little hiccups I can pass the problem over to someone
else with a clear conscience.
But I do feel I could
contribute so much more.I've been "the boss" before;
whilst I'm not a natural manager I don't think I was *that*
bad at it. I particularly miss the formal training and mentoring of
the trainee staff. I would like the opportunity to feel that I'd
actually done something positive from time to time.
And a couple of hundred
more quid each month wouldn't go amiss.
Do I want to go back to
being a boss? I don't know. At the moment it is not a decision I have
to make. I shall wait for the job in Maidstone to be advertised and
see exactly what is on offer and then think about applying.
And (you never know)
- they might not even want me.
One off the advantages of
my current job is that what with the vagaries of the shift system I
do have quite a few days off mid-week. I used one of those days
(Monday) to get the washing machine fixed. Tuesday was another
such day when I got my New Year walk (provisionally and hopefully)
sorted. Today was another day off and so I'd arranged to get the
boiler serviced. In a possible New World Order I might have to use
annual leave for that sort of thing.
The nice boiler man soon
arrived and was pleasantly surprised at how clean our boiler was. It
didn't take him long to do his thing and he was soon on his way. And
so "Furry Face TM" and I were soon
on our way too; a walk round to Frog's Island and back.
As we walked Fudge did
his fudge (as we all do). I was just bagging it up when a
passing looney stopped and announced that it was making him feel
really hungry. I did wonder if I should hand the bag of poo over to
him; instead I just smiled sweetly and got away as quickly as we
could.
We carried on into South
Willesborough where I did a little geo-maintenance and we came home
past the outlet centre where a certain dog rolled in a dead sparrow.
(What a delightful dog I have). It was shortly after this that
we again encountered the passing looney we'd met earlier. He was now
munching on a Cornish pasty and on seeing us he beamed and loudly
announced that he's told us that he was hungry.
Over lunch I watched last
night's episode of "You, Me and the Apocalypse"; the
series started well and has had some interesting plot twists but it
seems now to be in danger of not actually going anywhere. And with
lunch scoffed I had a little look at my C.V. Once I seemed to do
nothing but constantly re-write it to no avail.
I then re-vamped my
LinkedIn profile. I can't help but wonder if anyone actually
looks at those things but I suppose it can't help to have the thing
up to date. If anyone would care to give it the once-over I'd be
grateful for any comments or suggestions.
Over a rather late dinner
we watched last Saturday's episode of Doctor Who. It was rather
good...
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