I have just another of those days that drive people to drink, drugs or mindless sex (nice work if you can get it...)
Work:
a) everything I worked on turned immediately to cack. Well, the first one didn't, but it proved to be about two hours work for a pretty piddling tax saving.
b) political lunacy. The senior partner is still giving lectures to one of my friends, who he believes is sleeping with my boss (she isn't - she hjas some taste), even after she threatened to walk out (with the rider that the circ.s could well be worth legal advice). He has also had a massive go at about eight other people for not concetarting hard enough.
c) staff problems. Of the staff in my team, the only one with any worthwhile experience at all is having problems at home (living with ex, because they've bought a house neither can afford to live in alone, and it's on the edge of a cruddy area so they can't sell it - plus his family is pretty strange atm), and it means he is effectively not achieving anything at work.
d) appalling work. My boss signed off a projection prepared by one of our clients, albeit with a disclaimer, which is looking like an absolute and complete lie, and was used to apply for a mortgage. By lie, I mean he claimed he would turn over £150K with profit of £50K, and based on current figures, I'd be surprised if he turns over £50K, and gobsmackedif he breaks even. No disclaimer is going to protect you from the criminal negligence of being associated with untruth on that scale.
e) huge backlog. I have enough work to keep me going for a month without any distractions, and that's before you factor in the 100-odd tax returns I have to do.
f) the future. I have realised that the future involves either working for my current boss, who is a nice guy but incapable of doing any work, or the senior partner, who is a workaholic but a complete bastard. And if I hand my notice in now it causes immense backlog problems, but if I wait till my jan overtime claim has been paid (which will be huge, and would probably not get paid if I quit) thern I'm going to be in the thick of whatever comeas next, including the purported reorganisation.
After that lot, I got home, and whacked on the telly to check the news - the five channels were showing:
BBC1 - report on a woman accused of murdering her baby
BBC2 - report on terrorism on oil pipelines
ITV - inane advert
CH4 - report on mentally disturbed prisoners
CH5 - report on internet shopping stuff not turning up.
And there was (and probably still is) a distinctly indifferent jazz saxophonist honking in the restuarant sownstairs, which is drifting up through my floor.
Please can I have a recount on today? Or just a bye.
Work:
a) everything I worked on turned immediately to cack. Well, the first one didn't, but it proved to be about two hours work for a pretty piddling tax saving.
b) political lunacy. The senior partner is still giving lectures to one of my friends, who he believes is sleeping with my boss (she isn't - she hjas some taste), even after she threatened to walk out (with the rider that the circ.s could well be worth legal advice). He has also had a massive go at about eight other people for not concetarting hard enough.
c) staff problems. Of the staff in my team, the only one with any worthwhile experience at all is having problems at home (living with ex, because they've bought a house neither can afford to live in alone, and it's on the edge of a cruddy area so they can't sell it - plus his family is pretty strange atm), and it means he is effectively not achieving anything at work.
d) appalling work. My boss signed off a projection prepared by one of our clients, albeit with a disclaimer, which is looking like an absolute and complete lie, and was used to apply for a mortgage. By lie, I mean he claimed he would turn over £150K with profit of £50K, and based on current figures, I'd be surprised if he turns over £50K, and gobsmackedif he breaks even. No disclaimer is going to protect you from the criminal negligence of being associated with untruth on that scale.
e) huge backlog. I have enough work to keep me going for a month without any distractions, and that's before you factor in the 100-odd tax returns I have to do.
f) the future. I have realised that the future involves either working for my current boss, who is a nice guy but incapable of doing any work, or the senior partner, who is a workaholic but a complete bastard. And if I hand my notice in now it causes immense backlog problems, but if I wait till my jan overtime claim has been paid (which will be huge, and would probably not get paid if I quit) thern I'm going to be in the thick of whatever comeas next, including the purported reorganisation.
After that lot, I got home, and whacked on the telly to check the news - the five channels were showing:
BBC1 - report on a woman accused of murdering her baby
BBC2 - report on terrorism on oil pipelines
ITV - inane advert
CH4 - report on mentally disturbed prisoners
CH5 - report on internet shopping stuff not turning up.
And there was (and probably still is) a distinctly indifferent jazz saxophonist honking in the restuarant sownstairs, which is drifting up through my floor.
Please can I have a recount on today? Or just a bye.