Change

I’ve actually done it. I’ve handed in my notice at work. Now I’ve written it down here it seems more real; up to this point it was like a strange dream. Dave my manager nearly fell over when I told him. I’ve never seen this happen before, but his jaw actually fell open. It behaved like it was on a slow-motion hinge.
He asked me if I was joking, and pleaded with me to stay as it’s rare for him to be working with people of intelligence. I said that was exactly why I was leaving…
Later on I had a visit from Suzi the sexy supervisor (or Deputy Manager of Overnight Dairy Replenishment to give her exact title.) She said I was ‘outstanding’ and ‘obviously under-used’ and that she wanted to ‘take me under her wing and improve me.’ I’m a virile man in his twenties with no sex life, so you can guess where my head was when she said that.
I told her she was lovely for trying, but I had reached the point beyond which my sanity and self-esteem could survive against the decaying ennui of my position. The frightening thing is, she understood what I said. She shook my hand and said she hoped to see me soon, and that there’d always be a place for me if other things didn’t work out. I think I’d rather sell my arse than come back, but the way she said it made me feel tempted. She has impressive man-management skills, and exquisite skin on her fingers.

RC 17-9-09