Brighter Days Ahead

I have received an overwhelming amount of support from my fellow Mid-Level Area Sub-Managers (or whatever the Hell we’re called) after my heated e-mail exchange with Head Office yesterday. The ‘Superior’ in question called my response ‘unprofessional’ and ‘demotivating’; my fellow District Sub-Level Area Mini-Managers (or whatever the Hell we’re called) have called it ‘necessary’, ‘timely’ and ‘applaudable’.

Bless ‘em. I may have some utter wankers working above me, but there are some real stars working on my level.

There may be consequences to come, but I care not a jot. This time next week I shall be away from the place for 10 days, and I genuinely have no intention of giving it a thought while I’m not there. Rotas and orders are covered in advance, I have two other Mini-Area Sub-Management Co-Ordinators (or whatever the Hell we’re called) keeping an eye on things for me from afar, and I am absolutely determined to switch off any-and-all methods of communicating with me that the Company may think they have.

A holiday is not a holiday if your head is still at work. 

We’re not going away anywhere, but I’m still really excited to be having the time off.

A holiday is not a destination, it’s a state of mind; and this one is sorely needed.
Philippa only works 3 days a week, but she really needs a break after the trauma of the past few months (she works in a GP surgery, lest you have forgotten) and I must confess that personally, I feel more strung out that a piece of string stretched between two mountaintops. We shall relax at home, we shall have some picnics, and assuming we finally have some weather more akin to July than January, we may spend some time at the beach.

RC 7-7-20