Work wise I am in such a shit pool right now it's not even funny. Cousin Murphy gave me a swift kick up the arse and I am not sure whether I am coming or going. Let's just say life is going to get very difficult for me in the next few weeks.
My boss and I do not get on. In fact we hate each other's guts. I think he is a womanising shithead who has no people skills whatsoever. 4 weeks ago, I applied for a transfer. I wrote the motivation and sent it off to my new prospective boss.
This morning, I am called into the Big Chief's office (My boss's boss) and he says they would like to move me to another division because they feel my skills are needed there... Flattering yes. But this changes everything. I would much rather move to the other division than take the transfer straight out of the department and the worst part is that my boss - the *poephol, is now in possession of my motivation for transfer.
I am anticipating the victimisation. It's so bad I can't even eat.
Never needed a holiday quite as much as I do now.
*poephol - arsehole