|
I have indescribable amounts of down time at my job. Out of my eight hour work day, I probably actually do two hours of real work. The rest of the time, I have find ways to entertain myself. I've been reading this muggle graphic novel "Watchmen." Its really good, really dark. Sometimes I take epic cigarette breaks, twenty minutes, half hour breaks. The nicotine relaxes my frazzled nerves, from my grand two hours of work. Writing all those letters of rejection, it can crush a man's spirits.
I've been thinking of selling my flat in Hackney, and moving back to Dublin. I miss Dublin, the pubs, my family, my family's music store. I like buying music, holding it in my hands, having something to look through. Digital music is great too, but there is nothing like the sound of rich vinyl. And there's nothing like free music, which is a perk of having parents who own a music shoppe. And it's not like I can't apparate to work or anything yeah?
It's almost that time of the year, when I put in my transfer request. Carefully worded, list of recommendations, my accomplishments. Sometimes, I think my department head pulls it, or tries to undermine me. Maybe they don't want to lose me. Which I don't think is it, not at all. I think its the fact we're a five person department, and losing one means more work for all. I'll keep trying, I've been in this department for nine years, and trying to transfer for seven. What's one more chance?
|