So I’ve been in a funk with work for what’s now turning into several months. But I’m standing by something I thought to myself quite some time ago: I can go to 2 years in the London office (i.e. October 2010) but can’t and moreover – won’t – do longer than that. Either they’ll give me a transfer then and there or I’ll quit (having done some job hunting beforehand; I won’t actually quit without a job to go to).
I’m fed up of the workaholic culture and also of the leadership vacuum. I need change, challenge, opportunity, development. But I don’t see where that’s going to come from. I had a good and fairly long chat with the Head of Scotland on the phone today. I feel that if I asked him to support me with a transfer he would do it. I’d love to leave the London office; it’s like a pressure cooker. I’m fed up of doing 50 hours a week in that office. Really fed up. So we’ll see.
The flat is about ready to go on the market. 7+ years of my life, hopefully coming to an end. And I won’t buy again too soon as that will tie me down. I don’t want to be tied down. I want opportunities and change, not the millstone of a property around my neck.
So my neighbour (single mother, Southeast Asian, 2 children) came round at the weekend. It’s a mixed bag here. A smattering of ‘young professionals’, the odd family, the odd DSS, some who don’t speak English. It’s ‘mixed’. When I bought the flat, way back at the end of 2002, I considered the place quite bohemian – arty even. I don’t experience it quite that way now. I consider it slightly down at heel, though the area itself is good (location, location). But it’s OK. And the flat is looking great, as it should as I’ve spent a fair bit of money on it. I have one final item for the flat coming, a framed and quite expensive B&W picture, which my White Russian muse will erect for me. That really is the final thing.
So the neighbour came round and I gave her some old furniture. A rather cheap old chest of drawers, a bedside chest of drawers, a big floor lamp and a blind. She was really chuffed. I’ve offered her the sofas and a load of other stuff when I actually move out. There is almost nothing I want to take with me. Only the antique chest of drawers I bought a year or so go. I can’t wait for the change, for this chapter to finally end.