Our company is getting to be like a departure lounge at the moment. It seems like every week there is a leaving do for someone who has successfully found a better job elsewhere.
The last straw was this week when Dave announced that he had a job offer and was handing in his notice. Dave is the person who effectively displaced me last year. Everything was reorganised and my job and his disappeared. A new job was created which combined all my crap, all his crap and an extra bucket of crap thrown in for good measure. The new job was one grade higher than both old jobs. Amongst all the chaos I did not apply for the new job. One reason was that I didn’t really see that an extra 5% of salary was sufficient compensation for picking up 100% more grief. I liked my old job, but didn’t fancy the new one at all. Another reason was that it was common knowledge that the new overall boss wanted Dave to do it anyway.
So now Dave is off anyway. Maybe I am being too fussy in my job search, but I am still limiting myself to looking within Crawley or Gatwick. I could probably find something else in London, but would still be left with my main problem which is the train journey.
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