I didn’t sleep that well last night, and
got up well before the alarm was due to go off. As brekkie cooked I stood on
the scales – I’ve lost another five pounds in weight. I’m going to investigate
this “fast days” diet but in the
meantime hunger is doing the trick. It is a shame that hungry hurts though.
As I scoffed my toast I watched
Saturday’s episode of “Thunderbirds are
Go”; although it is clearly a children’s program I quite like it. As I
watched it my little dog came and sat with me. I quite like that too.
As I drove to work the radio was
spouting its usual drivel but I wasn't really listening. I'd got my letter of
resignation with me and I was still uncertain as to whether or not to hand it in.
As I walked through the door of Morrisons I saw something which made my mind up
for me.
I have all sorts of personal reasons for
wanting to leave my current employer. Some rather petty and trivial, others not
so. But the local newspapers were carrying the story about the review
of hospital services in East Kent. The plan is... well, I won't go into
details but the bottom line is that (in
my opinion) if I don't jump ship I will either be left high and dry, or be
transferred to Margate within a couple of years. So bearing in mind the
hospital up the road in Maidstone is offering a recruitment incentive and
Margate isn't the easiest of places to get to, I gave the boss my letter.
I start my new job eighteen miles up the
motorway in eight weeks’ time. I wonder what the future holds. If the past is
anything to go by it will be tears and smiles. Admittedly usually more smiles
than tears, but time will tell.
It always does.
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