Friday, February 24, 2017

A promotion

In January I posted the things that I want to do this year. In true Hound style I have already done one of them, which was to get a promotion in my workplace.
I went at this like a bull at a gate, applying for jobs I fancied and was eligible for. Don't get me wrong: I do feel rather bad because I've only been in my current job five minutes and they've been fair and nice to me. But the job I'm in won't stretch me and waiting for promotion there will be a case of dead men's shoes.
So I've wound up having three interviews very close together, and got offered the job I was interviewed for today. It is in a different one of our three UK employment 'sectors', one I've never worked in before so it will new in many ways, and the job title will look good on the CV.
I got this all on my own; my previous employers offered me an equivalent post just before I walked out - in my opinion as a quid pro quo because they treated me badly. But this job, on the other hand, I got on my own on the open market, and they were very keen to have my skills and experience.
Fuck you, Zippy.

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  1. Congratulations!

    That was nice of one of the interviewers to take that photo. That's a smashing jacket-skirt combo you're effortlessly carrying off. And have you done something different with your hair...?

    1. No, just washed it. I think you may be noticing that my face was photoshopped to hide my look of horror that the interviewers each had one side of their face eaten away by rats!

  2. P.S. I like that lampshade thingy - Can you see if you can nab me one?

    1. No, darling, since that was a set just for that shot, the building has been returned to its state of dereliction with just the odd packing case, so I can't, sorry.


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