The “little organisation” that pays me has left me dangling on the horns of a small dilemma. My direct manager wants to extend my “sentence” here from the rest of this year until November of 2012. Yippidido.... There is no chance of remission as the job he wants me to perform is an absolute bastard and will suck me dry of life force (done it for 6 months before - I know). Countering this doom is a possibility of working directly for my manager's manager. That person’s suggested there may be a chance of a permanent position reporting to him, on a parallel level to my manager’s, but in a different Business Area. OK, there would be a definite downward hike in salary from being a greedy consultant but the benefits of paid leave might tip the balance sufficient to almost make it worth considering. What am I going to do?
Well, I know exactly what I’d like to do. Use the prospect of the latter to remove the threat of the former and, when my current contract expires, return to our farm. That’s a bit cryptic but it boils down to my manager having to find someone else on the off-chance I’d be successful in snagging the senior job. Not being the sharpest tool in the shed it hasn’t occurred to me what I’d do if I were successful in applying for the permanent job.
If there was any doubt about what I’d like to do (apart from paying off the $8,000 katana I’ve just bought) is summed up by some internet browsing at lunchtime. I’ve been looking at farm toys, bulldozers, skid-steers and tipper trucks. Oh, I’ve also bought an acre's worth of seeds to plant and am working out how to increase next year's garlic crop.
Says it all, really.
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