Not really eventful. Had my yearly development review at work, I'm usually really anxious, desperately scrambling to ensure I've met my set objectives. This year, I literally couldn't care less. I very much doubt that my manager would have been surprised if during the discussion I drew a katana and committed Seppuku in the corner of the room (unless he is a secret samurai enthusiast in which case he may have wondered why I didn't use a tanto) such was the cloud of my discontent. There is no desire for me here, no want for development of me or the company. On the contrary, the only development I would welcome would be a bulldozer running through the place and a Lidl built on top of it. Not that I like Lidl, I wouldn't come anywhere near the place anyway, just because they're popping up everywhere and I'd rather that than a mass of rubble and destruction, on second thoughts, scrap the Lidl.
I outlined my misery, not that it matters. My manager would have got a more positive annual development review from Eeyore. Despite my saying I'm searching for other jobs he is determined to believe that I am still a happy member of the company family, hoping to drive it to it's success. His suggestions were to be a better Adam, an overly productive and pro-active Adam with all the Gung-ho action and good stuff surrounding me he would then have ammunition to fire back at the God managers and put me back to my previous hours (I wish, I thought, I had some ammunition to fire at them). The problem with this however is what manager in his right mind would move a person to different hours, find them more productive then think it would be a good idea to move them back? No, of course not I would only fuel the opinion that changing my hours was right idea, which it was not!
So I sat, giving "yes"s and "no"s in the appropriate gaps of conversation, defeated, I have long since realised that this is how it's going to be, why fight anymore? Why pretend that even if my hours were restored that I would still want to work here? They have shown their hand, I'll do my job for the money it pays, no more, no less. They will have an Adam at the rate they value him, no bargain.
On the plus side my brilliant wife had been to Pizza Hut earlier in the day and got me a mushroom and onion pizza, I don't like mushrooms but they had given her this mistakenly instead of the chicken and pepperoni pizza she had ordered for me, and on realising the mistake, for free. I'm not one to look a free, microwaved, take-out pizza with a topping I don't like in the mouth, diet be damned.
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