Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Now that I'm out of touch with anger

Soundstrack: Magazine

Quite a melancholy soundtrack selection today.

I was listening to an Elvis Costello best of this morning on the train in, and the following lyrics made me smile like a lunatic...

'I want to bite the hand that feeds me
I want to bite that hand so badly
I want to make them wish they'd never saved me'

This seems particularly apt. One of the features of my commute today was to make a list of complaints to take to my manager, as we are due to have a meeting this afternoon. I am tired of being overworked, underpaid, and under-appreciated. Now, I'm not foolish enough to think that the things I bring up in my meeting today will get fixed. The list exists purely as an aide memoire to me, one that I'll mentally file away, until the day comes when I leave my job, upon which I can present it to our HR department for their general amusement.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not angry. Far from it. It's more like a combination of disappointment and malaise.

JJ returned from his jaunt to the Big Chill with a Mr Scruff tea towel for me as a gift. It's one of the more unusual promotional items I've ever come across - well, since the Stereolab umbrella.

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