I have been in purgatory (otherwise known as an open plan office in Swindon) for the last two days, working my way through endless spreadsheets of data, inputting the red text into a database and counting down the hours til I can fall asleep on the train back to London. It sounds horrible, and it was, but at least it was out of my regular office. I'm so incredibly dissatisfied at work at the moment and I'm dealing with by cultivating the air of a surly adolescent. You want me to order some hospitality for your meeting? I'll do it but I reserve the right scowl, huff and generally act as though I am so much better than this. Tuesday I spent an entire meeting working on expressing my malaise through body language. I think I managed to take some notes but mostly I just focussed on the number of eye rolls, sighs, stifled yawns and how low I could slump in my chair. I am destroying goodwill all over the office.
Note to self: find new job.
To take the edge off I indulged in yet more online shopping. Brown boxes come just after cab companies' business cards and Indian takeaway menus in terms of what gets shoved through our front door. I don't think it's a problem...yet.
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