The supermarket inter-store intranet shows me there is a job going as Duty Manager at the petrol station at a store in Suffolk just 5 miles from home. This has brought three thoughts to my mind:
a) Isn’t it great that I’m already thinking of the new place as ‘home’?
b) Why the Hell hasn’t someone put two and two together and offered a managers position in Suffolk to a manager who now lives in Suffolk?
c) Why is my memory so bad that I can only remember two things at a time?
Rest assured I have sent a lengthy and loud e-mail to various people insisting I be considered for the post.
I mean no offence to Norfolk, but I’ll be bloody glad when I don’t have to drive there and work there five days a week. I’ll be much happier when I can just be a Suffolkian (or whatever the Hell we’re called) and only pop ‘up North’ now-and-then to visit relatives.
And at this point, as a final gift from todays blogpost, I promise to not mention my woes with work again until I know for sure, one way or t’other, that I’m moving stores, or resigning.
RC 20-8-14
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