Attention Conservation Notice: Self-piteous ramblings in search of … sympathy? solutions? something?
Part of the problem of piss-poor pseudonyms is that I really cannot let rip. Lots of people know who I really am (it’s hardly a state secret, at the best of times).
And so, I self-censor. Not that self-censorship is always and everywhere a bad thing. Was it Proust or Pascal who said no friendship would survive if people knew what their friends really thought about them?
Anyhows, time to get some of it off my chest: I don’t see work getting any better. I see me getting nailed, only more so. I already do two days sole working, and that has just gone up to three of the five days. On the remaining two days my boss is going to have meetings and specific stuff to do, so I will, in effect, be sole working for big chunks of that too. Wave bye-bye to the already thin time and energy available for service development, continuing professional development and the rest of it. Say hello to more routine grunt work, and a gradual de-skilling. And I really do not see anyway out of this. Trapped, in a gilded cage.