I’m starting a new job tomorrow.
I applied for a new job (my fourth new start in 15 months) a few weeks before all the ‘Rona shit started happening… then the ‘Rona shit started happening, so I forgot about it. It’s with the same firm I work for just now.
I had a telephone interview. A fucking HOUR LONG telephone interview with my new manager and HR person. Torture. Sitting playing with ma baws, wearing a t-shirt with cheese sauce and ragu and fuck knows what else spilled down the front of it, picking fluff and food morsels out of my beard… and then eating said food morsels… weird set up for an interview. Anyway, that was Tuesday, cunts offered me the job on Friday.
It’s a document production job. I did that as my previous job but with AWFUL fucking shift rotations and a TERRIBLE salary.
I know I’m a bit of a fucking recluse now (I’m like Zarathustra but without the animals or the descending of the mountain, but with all of the Nazi misinterpretation. GOD IS DEAD, YA CUNTS YEEZ!) but this new job is working from home. Working from home sounds good in theory…but… it means I can work. I can’t do my current job from home, so for the past few weeks I’ve just let myself go to seed. It’s fun. Cave man. Find the primeval self, scratch belly button and growl. Thus spoke Zarathustra. In other words, while “normal” cunts are going round the bend with all this social distancing malarkey… I rather enjoy it. I live by myself. I like myself. I think. I’m not a Whitman guy, but “I celebrate myself”. Is that about wanking or self realisation? I can never tell…what’s more self revelatory than self pleasure – mon the onanism! but now my ‘Rona holiday is over, because the new job is working from home anyway! Damn it! I was looking forward to a furloughed Spring… gardening leave without the need to garden.
Anyway… it’s a really good fucking job that pays quite well, doing something I actually quite like doing, and no more commute to work. Literally, “cashback!” – I like that I referenced Nietzsche, Whitman, AND Partridge in one post.
I’m quite excited. I’m looking forward to having a job where I can use my brain a wee bit. I’m a wee bit worried about finding the motivation to actually WORK while sitting in the house with all my wee distractions… at least I can sit at my desk and pick my nose and scratch my baws without worrying if any cunt sees me… except that prick that’s always looking up at the windows while walking his dog… but fuck that guy! Gormless! He’s a long-starer.
Anyway (again)… this is my last day of [not]working from home and tomorrow is my first day at a new job… again.
a salaam alaikum
Namaste
Catch yeez
take it easy.
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