It was brutal. at work. Who em i?
With my birthday on a Friday in April when i became thirty and had my leaving due with my work birthday celebration combined to which I had my best friend snehoprinc podpatkac invited to as well since he surprised me by coming to London unannounced, I left the old company.
They wouldn't pay me enough and were faffing about with all sorts of bollocks like targets for promotion and what not, not talking in numbers and time scale. Either they are stupid or thought that i was.. I choose to think the later, since i'm such a nice guy.
That's four months lost on my financial plan for the flying enterprise. And that angered me indeed.
This time, i think for the first time, i did'n leave for temporary unemployment but started working in a new place the day after. It would seem I'm moving up in the world :D
Since to me now, this is a history long gone, long story short; when i asked for my salary review meeting for the fourth time, having been send back some further self assessment forms for promotion after three month of postponing, i wrote an assessment indeed. Not of my self as it was too ridiculous of a request, but an assessment of how i felt. It might have been a bit brush (abrasive was the term used (after peace was restored)). They didn't take it well at all. Said some really bad stuff as well, the kind that one at our time and age shouldn't. (again, probably thought me daft) and then gave me an instant pay rise (laughable as well) and promised big things to come in five years ... I'm a really nice guy.
This being a separate matter and it would have gone down the same way regardless, around that time there was another company that seemed interesting and had me over for an interview around that time. twice. the second one actually happened the afternoon after my fire spelled salary review. They offered me the job as i walked into the door (it was a second interview).
It's a better job. better place. better. and it's challenging, at some points very. and the money they offered might just be enough to patch over those five months lost to my nice guy nature.
This is more immediate reality and so rather then cutting a story short, I'll be, as is my common practice here, vague. I hope to keep it, I hope to hack it, I hope to excel in it. and i want it now... i need it now. otherwise i'll fail. my self. they would be okay i think, if i did not miraculously managed everything with flying colours..
More when there's more. Tomorrow I'm heading up to Amersham for another management meeting. I'll be given another project, my third, fourth effectively .. they seem to really trust me. It's lovely up there... a small village, surrounded by forests, there are horses too... beautiful. and the train ride from King's cross is nice as well.
it was around the same time that things improved at home too. it became home. the place i used to call my place. New people moved in. three new people replacing the old lot. two of us staid, and the other one haven't really been here too long either and she was the best of the old lot anyway.
Some of the nicest people out there as well. It's a family. We build a cinema in the garden and hang out together, and laugh a lot, have people over and even had a barbecue (there'll be a lot more). I'm my self in front of them. That I hadn't completely been for a long time. It's an important thing i learned, to have a people like that. more than once a week. I'm indeed experiencing something i haven't felt in a long time. A sense of belonging it might be called? about time I suppose. next week it will be two years. that should be enough to feel home in a place.
The other day it came over me so. I was cycling that day. for a swim to Stratford, to chill with the guys in Hyde Park. On the ride home, slightly intoxicated, i realised i belong. It was nice. It hasn't gone, I just got used to it rally fast. I'm among my own
