I don't think anyone has ever said that to this particular manager before
"I won't compete against people who're in the same lousy position as me. It's dishonourable."
So I've decided that I'm not prepared to go for any internal job that someone else wants. I fail at ambition. It's probably going to bite me in the arse in practical terms, but right now I feel relieved. A dear colleague phoned yesterday and it seems that one of the jobs I said "yeah okay whatever" to, for a quiet life, is actually more full of office politics and resentment than I was aware. (I swear there's a gossip circular that doesn't get as far as me. It's the downside of being rabidly antisocial; nobody shares the juicy stuff.)
I'm in an okay position, because I've got a couple of job possibilities/probabilities lined up, that mean I can throw my toys out of the pram for a while and it won't be a complete disaster. Hopefully. I may have to revisit this plan. But dammit, if I wanted to be that backstabbing, individualistic bitch, I'd've gone to one of the graduate recruitment fairs and got a job investing in tobacco or arms companies or something. My land is bare of chattering folk;
The clouds are low along the ridges;
And sweet's the air with curling smoke
From all my burning bridges.
- Dorothy Parker
So I've decided that I'm not prepared to go for any internal job that someone else wants. I fail at ambition. It's probably going to bite me in the arse in practical terms, but right now I feel relieved. A dear colleague phoned yesterday and it seems that one of the jobs I said "yeah okay whatever" to, for a quiet life, is actually more full of office politics and resentment than I was aware. (I swear there's a gossip circular that doesn't get as far as me. It's the downside of being rabidly antisocial; nobody shares the juicy stuff.)
I'm in an okay position, because I've got a couple of job possibilities/probabilities lined up, that mean I can throw my toys out of the pram for a while and it won't be a complete disaster. Hopefully. I may have to revisit this plan. But dammit, if I wanted to be that backstabbing, individualistic bitch, I'd've gone to one of the graduate recruitment fairs and got a job investing in tobacco or arms companies or something. My land is bare of chattering folk;
The clouds are low along the ridges;
And sweet's the air with curling smoke
From all my burning bridges.
- Dorothy Parker