At little under 2 weeks, I leave the job I’ve been at for the past 9 years.
3 months is a long old time to work out a notice. I was kind of hoping they’d put me on gardening leave. No such luck. Then the fuckers had the gall to send me an ‘Exit Questionnaire.’
They still haven’t put me on gardening leave.
Anyway, while I’m here, buy my fucking book …
It’s called Dot Matrix and it’s about murdering and offices and stuff.
I’ll blog properly tomorrow, okay?