This day is the anniversary of the attacks in London. I was working in Finance at the time and we had to scramble to ensure transactions were noted and closed off before anyone lost any more money. It wasn’t much but it was the least we could do. The whole thing was horrific; we have much better understanding of what that means nowadays.
Today I got up at 5am and just could not work hard. I sat and dawdled and did almost nothing until 8am, at which time I was able to go for a shower and start the day. My son has summer camps, a mere band-aid to the time I need to devote to work. I am supposed to carry out forty hours-plus, but will be lucky to get thirty-five. I sought valiantly to get something in the vicinity, but senior management shut down the project three weeks before it was to start; quite deliberately I now feel. These are men who might honestly be threatened by such an idea.
I did run into two colleagues from another unit, who tell me that they have a role vacant. This is in fact very interesting to me. I am well aware that the idea of moving roles is very attractive, as my ego wants me to find something new. But my disaffection for my current role is not frivolous, and the unit with the vacancy is certainly much more up my bleeding-heart-liberal street. I am conscious that the idea of moving absolutely fulfills my emotional regulation, and makes me very happy.
There is a need to watch this space. So I will.
How are Things? 