As much as I dare tell you about my work...

Now, I'm not the sort of person who would put up with the way things are for a year and then just leave without trying to right things first. I've held countless discussions with my bosses in a subtle attempt to work them out. Countless. I feel I'm a pretty good analyser of behaviour and tried I have with these guys. Oh, I have! The only answer seems to be that they harbour issues within. More issues than a comments box in a branch of Northern Rock. The main pointer towards this is the demoralising methods they employ when issuing their commands. I have always, well, since school at least, taken great pride in my work and have such often been complimented on its standards and my professionalism. Boast over. This don't happen with these guys! Oh no. The past year has seen me suffer many a verbal dig regarding, well, regarding nothing really. Just little ones here and there, as if they're frightened of a revolution or something.

The way I understand it, the management's role, to a varying extent, mainly involves the organisation of the staff and ensuring they are aware of their role. Not here. These are a right pair of spare parts! Honestly. They may have the ability to sweet talk all four legs and the tail off a donkey, but when it comes to them having a day to day input into the company, they may as well stay at home. Which they almost do, I mean 10.30 is hardly an appropriate start time for a director, now is it? Maybe once a week, but all five times? I wouldn't mind so much if the office was full of ridiculously happy staff and their arrival wasn't met with a slight glint of disappointment in the eyes of everyone. I wouldn't at all mind if their arrival in my field of senses wasn't the sh*tt*st part of my day. Even if it was second sh*tt*st, that would resemble some improvement.

No, I don't like it when they arrive. Not least because I suddenly see a list of pointless assignments arrive on my 'to do' list; some of which they could easily do themselves, rather than get me to do it then edit it (literally) five times (they could even, at least, do the editing!); and some of which they could easily give to admin, seeing as that's why they employ admin staff (at least, so I naively thought!). In summary, I begin to feel very down when I see one of them walking towards me...

On a positive note, however, it looks like New Zealand is a viable option for my new location. There appears to be loads of jobs advertised in my field, which for my security's sake I won't mention right now on here. (Rest assured I will though, once the AWOL stunt goes down later this year). I also happen to know from a trip to New Zealand House that a working holiday visa is fairly easily obtainable, provided you are fit and healthy (which I reckon I am) and are of good character (never been in trouble, me). I also doubt very much that NZ's more laid back lifestyle will have churned up any monsters similar to those whom I currently work with. Fingers crossed on that one, however...