The Rating Game
Things come in threes; supermarket mini cheesecakes, triplets, tripod legs etc. Job satisfaction also comes in threes for me, last job the honeymoon period lasted three weeks before I was exposed to how much of a nasty little despot my former employer could be (although I then lingered on for almost a further four years frequently flipping between loathing and semi-enjoyment of my job). The new job, satisfaction lasted three days and now three months in I’m job-hunting again.Gawd, do I stick with the same thing and go somewhere else, do I try something different or should I just give up? Not knowing quite what to do the best thing is probably to do nothing. Somehow I’m managing to be paid more than I got in my old job for doing something mindnumbing that I was doing 8 years ago. They must think I’m a bit simple. Worse still is that this makes my old job look manageable and inviting and with 20:20 hindsight the problems and extreme stress of last year are easily overlooked.
Now more than ever I feel time is slipping away, three months in a crappy job have flown by already. As I walk through Kings Cross each morning I wonder how many years will go by before I realise my life is lived and my dreams never became reality, perhaps its too late already. That’s the thing about dreams, some are best left unrealised.
One thing’s for sure I don’t want a commute that requires travelling on the northern line again- even for one stop. The carriages seem to be full of heroin addicts any time day or night. What are people doing wandering around on public transport showing off bodies with more tram lines than Croydon town centre?
Last modified: Thursday, April 9th, 2026 at 9:24am
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