The beauty of snow and the horror of management

The locality is housed in a scene akin to a Christmas card. It is picturesque and pleasant and should be pleasing to the eye, but I am strangely unmoved by it this time around. I think I’m just desperate for Spring to roll in early and give us some warm days and some light nights and seeing three inches of snow everywhere is making me feel like the solstice is months away. In truth, we are roughly six weeks removed from Xmas, and roughly six weeks away from BST, so the year is flying by like a wasp flying by a child’s ear during a picnic and there really are better times ahead. But sat in my cold office with a dull sky and the ugly sight of exhaust-fume-enhanced, engine-heat-induced slush out of the window is depressing. I need the sensation of sitting in the garden with the sun on my back sooner rather than later.

In other news, someone at Head Office is continuing to try and convince everyone that I should have to work on beyond the end of this month. They claim there are sentences in my contract that mean they can force me to stay in place until a suitable replacement has been found and adequately trained, but that’s not true. The only way my contract says that is if they’ve edited it since I signed it. I’m not accusing them of anything, you understand, but I think this is a case of A Big Company trying to bully A Small Cog In Their Organisation by confusing them with legality and threatening them with action. It ain’t gonna work, and she’s wasting her time trying.
Thinking about it, I’m not entirely sure I even signed that contract in the first place, so I could have left in December if I’d wanted to.

RC 10-2-21