We have the technology. We can rebuild him.

Fourth restructure in five years. My company is short sighted, but refuses to acknowledge the fact that it needs to go get its eyes tested and buy some geek-chic specs. Or some contacts, perhaps, if you don’t mind putting a finger in your eye. Then no one would even know.

The latest change lasted all of eight months.
I’m now reporting to someone I’d rather not.

But, I guess there aren’t too many options left, seeing as more than half of my team has quit in the past eight months. More expected…

I’m still doing the same job though.

Most of this is due to the actions of one toxic coworker. A virus with a keyboard. None of this has anything to do with me. At all. But it affects me. The only amusing thing is it all backfired on the COWorker.

I’m sick of the politics. If you want politics, then fucking leave and go to Wellington and get elected. And then I’ll find me a Ruger and a clock tower…

I’m just tired and bored and sore and grumpy at the moment.

It’s not the place it used to be. Even the grads don’t want to come and work here anymore.

I should probably have moved on years ago.

Maybe I’ll get fired for blogging about work.
One can only dream.

Singing this makes me feel better though.