And I'm quitting my job
I've posted here before about my horrible job, so I won't go into huge details about that. Let's just say that I think being paid a damn good salary from the public purse to sit and do nothing is very very wrong. Don't get me wrong, I'm not (really) a slacker - I'd love to have something to do but I haven't. No-one seemed to know what my job was supposed to be for, and now I've been restuctured and have refused to accept the new job, there is, literally, nothing, nada, not a thing to occupy my 9-5 time.

So, I quit. I worked out, on about the 8th March, that if I quit on the last working day of March, my three month notice period would mean I would finish on the last working day of June. In that time I could stop drinking (yeah, right) to save money, get a lodger, sell all my stuff on ebay. Decision made, I had to bite my tongue and say nothing until the end of the month. I managed it by taking leave and just not being here.

So now, I am working out my notice, along with a few others - a third of my department have left because of the terrible way the restructure was handled (I won't say managed - it wasn't). It's common knowledge that I don't want to be here, that I feel we've all been treated appallingly, and that I think the way public money is being wasted is a crime.

But I've got to be here til the end of June. In body at least. Someone said to me a while back that I'd emotionally left the job months back, and she was right.

So my last three months are becoming a long drawn out flounce. This consists of me essentially bringing 'real life ancrenne' to work instead of 'work ancrenne'. Real life ancrenne walks barefoot everywhere, says what she thinks, does not follow the hierarchical crap that this organisation spouts, climbs trees in her lunch hour. As I'm no longer meeting people, I've had my nose pierced, and the henna is being more liberally applied to my hair. My desk is covered in radical political material, daisies, wild flowers and stones and leaves, and I'm chair dancing to cracking tunes all day. I'm turning into a hippie Stig of the dump, looking most of the time like I'm at a festival, and the rest of the time I'm outside in the botanic gardens.

Having some leave left to take, I decided that better than a few long weekends, was to take the whole lot in one go at the end of my tenure. My last day will be a half day, the morning of Monday 23rd June. At lunchtime on that day I really will flounce, in a pink dress with stars on, off to a place where I can sit in the sun and eat cake while my colleagues have to cope with the sinking ship that is this office.

16 and a half working days to go...
( ancrenne doesn't eat anything that can play video games, Thu 29 May 2008, 10:13, closed)

Heroic!
Especially climbing trees in your lunch hour!

*looks for trees in London Bridge*

*is cry*
( Devil_In_Tights my ring is tight on my finger, Thu 29 May 2008, 10:18, closed)

How about
climbing London Bridge?

I'm sure you wouldn't get shot/arrested much...
( ancrenne doesn't eat anything that can play video games, Thu 29 May 2008, 10:25, closed)

You sound exactly like my oldest friend
Roo - she's a theatre nurse so has to conform (ish) for the sake of the patients and their health, but outside of working hours she never wears shoes, collects flowers and stones, constantly listens to music and sings. Her hair is generally hennaed and when not working she wears rings on her fingers and toes.
I love her to pieces. Most sensible and mad person I know.

Good luck to you.

Have a *click* because this post put a smile on my face...especially the pink dress with stars on.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 29 May 2008, 10:25, closed)

Thank you chickenlady
My friend decided at the weekend that she wants to call me Boo rather than my real name, which I like very much, so maybe I am indeed a separated a birth twin of your friend :)
( ancrenne doesn't eat anything that can play video games, Thu 29 May 2008, 10:31, closed)

Wow! what a way to leave.
Not with a bang or a whimper but with a song in your heart and flowers in you hair.

Takes me back to the sixties *dreams*

Ok I was only born in 1965 but I was still there.
( big-girl's-blouse owns far too much fleece, Thu 29 May 2008, 10:56, closed)

@Devil in tights.
There are trees behind the Tate Modern, I can see them through the office windows.
They don't look extra climbable, but with two of us we could give it a go one lunchtime...
(DukeEuphoria Comes highly reccomended, Thu 29 May 2008, 11:19, closed)

* click *
Brought a smile to my face.
( mistaspakkaman is just a little boy who likes to press buttons., Thu 29 May 2008, 11:23, closed)

Trees around London Bridge...
Go out the back of the station, past Guy's Hospital and along Kipling Street... plenty of trees.

Just watch out for the crack heads.
( Moey, Thu 29 May 2008, 11:38, closed)

Ooooh!
Climbing the trees outside Tate Modern!

I'd be up for that. I'll even bring my rope and climbing harness.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 29 May 2008, 11:39, closed)

I also quit mine cause it turned into a shithole
But I still have to meet clients, so fun hippy stuff.

5.5 days to go!
(oeb, Thu 29 May 2008, 12:20, closed)

That sounds amazing!
*grins*

My garden is full of trees, woo.
And there's a forest across the field from me.
( Cawl - King Of Wales, Thu 29 May 2008, 12:38, closed)

*click*
yay for tree climbing. The trees outside my work aren't big enough to climb yet ... give it a few years though.
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Thu 29 May 2008, 14:05, closed)

Trees!
Thanks everyone! Let's do it!

And while we're about it - let's climb the Tate Modern and raise funds for the Revolution!
( Devil_In_Tights my ring is tight on my finger, Thu 29 May 2008, 14:10, closed)

maybe we need
a b3ta tree climbing bash?
( ancrenne doesn't eat anything that can play video games, Thu 29 May 2008, 14:27, closed)