I cant remember where I got to  regarding this tale of woe which is befalling this company I find myself locked into, I’m institutionalised, is becoming a popular turn of phrase with the staff, we do tons, but such is the spirit breaking essence of this company that we all assume we’ve got no further transferrable skills, what the fuck is it we do anyway. I look at my self employed friends, sometimes with jealousy, sometimes with sorrow as they work endlessly, but they too pass pretty quickly and I see myself stuck in an almighty rut doing work I like to do, but increasingly forced to try other less relevant tasks with broken software and absolutely no context as to why the fuck i’m wasting my time in this shower, and then i wake up screaming as I realise I’m institutionalised; on the scrap heap at 53, ready to be thrown in the reservoir in a sack full of rocks and stones, sharp ones at that. 

But then I glance at the picture above and think that my core work is something I love, helping people out and being given countless cups of tea and coffee as I work, sometimes the cups aren’t to my taste but I can overlook that for a splendid view. So do I stay or do I go, I can’t say its not playing on my mind, and I think it’ll probably continue and once the deadline for redundancies disappears over the black mountains I bet I’ll be wondering what if…