A quiet office...

Is something that I am fast learning to love, as it means no screeching little brats, and no-one pontificating on subjects that are nothing to do with them.

But, at least I'm happy in my job, unlike my beloved who is seriously fed up. He feels like he's being taken for granted, but because he meets all the sales targets, they are reluctant to let him go, but seem either unwilling or unable to do anything to change the working environment. (My money would go to unwilling!)

He's got a few days off, and has said that he plans to leave the office manager with a clear impression of how he feels, and has admitted that things seemed to go rapidly down hill from the time he had his car accident (some moron rear-ended him, and did quite a bit of damage - both to him and the car.)

As a result, he's not a happy little cuddle bunny and I get the feeling that when he gets back from his break, he will be starting on the escape tunnel for real, and I will do everything I can to support him.

I suppose I should think about doing some w*rk, but I'm suffering from a severe case of TNFI again...

Back later if I get the chance.

Karen

I've been watching, I've been waiting
In the shadows for my time