Another week of  bullshit, lies and deceit from the “powerful”. At work we are asked to change our work culture by a lady who glistens permanently as though planning to Wade through the Treacherous Treacle Straits, covered in Goose Fat whilst not knowing a thing about lone working, having spent her time working in a close knit office where they may or may not all go out for spritzers, culturally redundant lager and cocktails on a Thursday and or Wednesday evening (Fridays are for crying into their fish suppers). How dare they tell us how to act when we see our colleagues once every 8 weeks, those meetings are precious and should be ring fenced. We’re now being asked to provide feedback for the meetings as they struggle to work out how to interact with 15 folk who live a life largely detached from normal work after about 4:30pm.  Its not the same and you can fuck off to Empathyville, without being able to read a map, probably, the irony (its a secret, I’ll tell you when I retire or am made redundant, which could be a few years or it could be next year. When theres no work provided. and there is plenty of work out there and that’s not the problem, the problem being the culture, whatever that is, and there in lies the problem, give us stuff to do and we’ll do it, when you don’t give us work we complain that theres no work.) I’m not work shy, I love it (in a way) but the systems aren’t working, they’re getting worse and we’ve got a big circus event in November to celebrate the catastrophic ongoing failure of functionality, at a conference centre, where the hotel is a 30 minute walk from the troughs where we will feed our face and spend our own money on drinks we didn’t want to drink in a place we didn’t want to be, with people who may or may not be called Mac. I may as well bring my fucking pet we’re it not for the fact that they told me I couldn’t bring the dog to work several years ago. The bastards. I can’t complain though, I did receive a below inflation pay rise and have recently been told that when my new car comes, that is necessary for my job incidentally, I will be informed by email of the instructions: throw old car into quarry, collect new car from station X. They won’t even tell me the colour for Christsakes.

So yes, my work is becoming a Cult, they’re trying to make us drink the Kool aid, but we’re never invited to the parties and where’s the fun in being an ostracised sleeper cult constituent, I’d rather snipe from the sidelines, do my job in a correct, efficient and timely fashion and fuck off to walk the dog.