Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Wednesday 3 July 2019
Two years in the office
Today is my second year in my current job. It is my working anniversary. I do not say "my new job" anymore, as after more than a year, it is no longer a new job. I said last year that I don't celebrate work anniversaries. I will make a quick confession here: this year I don't feel like celebrating anyway. I had issues at the office in the past, mainly due to a nasty colleague who no longer works there. But I still often feel demotivated. And I know I am not the only one feeling like this. Even though I have a managing position, I feel undervalued, ignored by the decision makers and overall bored. I also don't like the pettiness of office politics, the lack of flexibility, the inefficiency, the lack of communication. I cannot help feeling that if my nasty former colleague spent about four years in the company unopposed, it was because the bosses let him do what the heck he wanted. So today, like every other day, I will do my very best, work as hard as I can, be very professional, because I am the breadwinner in the family, trying to discreetly look at the clock from time to time, because my heart is not into it.