Monday started like any other day after a software update, with painfully slow downloads, a handful of mails telling us to hold fire… wait for it… wait..,.wait… now! And with that all 240 of us bundled in and crashed the evermore delicate overloaded software which we use on a daily basis and which is meant to be used with a keyboard and mouse sat in front of a monitor with slippers on and a rug over our knees, yet we have been chosen to work with this unremitting sack of shit outside in the cold, in the field. I work in “the field” which I love but imagine trying to fold up and separate rain soaked toilet paper for drying and ultimately recycling, thats how ridiculous this software is.

But this morning after a teams meeting with coffee and complaints we all received an email from a senior manger telling us we’ve got to attend a meeting on Wednesday morning; 9am sharp. If you’ve got appointments, cancel them, if you’re ill or away, we will call you up immediately after this meeting, this meeting will not be recorded, this meeting seems pretty important. All the managers were summoned to Headquarters for a meeting tomorrow (Tuesday) to be briefed on how to appease the unruly mob and to try and quell the disorder which inevitably will come from this urgent message, quite out of the blue, which has redundancy and reorganisation written all over it. Anty yet none of us know what the fuck is going on. It’s literally come straight out of the blue, as if morale wasn’t low enough already, Wow tomorrow and Wednesday will be really rock bottom. In previous posts going back what seems like years and actually is years I’ve been grumbling like an old man sounding like a stuck record, this company is fucked, this national institution (kind of) seem,s to be going down the pan, and one day, I promised I would name and shame, maybe it may come sooner than I’d wished. Although if truth be known, I think I’m feeling slightly depressed by my job which is irritating because I like what I doing and even have a sense of pride in it, God knows why, the people in charge have, it seems, been lying to us;

You ARE the Future… blah blah.

Pour on the petrol, spark up a cigarette and sling the match over the shoulder.

BOOM

 So lets see what happens, 2 more sleeps before we can see over the event horizon and into the dark abyss, and so for me,  guess I’d better see if I can even find my job hunting skates, we can quibble about the colour and style as they were last tried out 25 years ago, but I’m sure the idea of an interview is still the same, iron a shirt, smile and bring examples, kind of like show and tell for 53 year olds. I’m sure polishing cats eyes isn’t beyond my capabilities.