I’ve an ok job; it doesn’t pay particularly well but the pension is good and it allows me to pursue my main out of work activity which is procrastination and dreaming. But we are going through a change (at work) it seems to happen every so often. The idiots in charge change places and proceed to try and fuck up something else without asking the experts (me and my colleagues) and change things without telling us why, resulting in malefficiencies (is that a word? It is now) and transforming what used to be a slick operation under the circumstances into a chugging diesel 1950’s pick up truck. We were given a chance to apply for a new job today, a jigging around of the job we do anyway, for a little more pay and a shed load of unknowns going forward into the future, a particularly foolish manager who negotiated a punative contract with a associated agency, told us that we have to work fast and efficiently ton produce lots of units in the immediate future and then (I’m paraphrasing) make it up as we go hand in head in hands into the bleak future. I know I complain a lot but this company appears to be sinking further into the quicksand day after day. Maybe they just want to get rid of us; the field staff, we’re the most expensive and most critical, we’ve got history, some of us have been here for decades, and we have an enormous amount of experience, but today I really felt that applying for this new position which I’m already suddenly unofficially doing was a step too far. I don’t want the last few chapters to be a bloodbath. 

My manager frequently talks to me for speaking my mind and acts as an agent for the thought police, truly we have no one we can talk to about our concerns aside from ourselves, which doesn’t achienve anything in any run; long or short, we are encouraged to be drapes over the rest of the helpless furniture watching in disbelief as the beancounters and policy makers drink the Kool aid.