Victory can be a hollow thing. D-Day duly came last week and so with it the game of PR Poker I'd been playing with Bjorn and Trophy_Wife drew to a close.
Our final settlement of the pay deal for my new role reached a happy equilibrium, though didn't quite reach the 20% I'd been tabling. My entire list of stipulations has been honoured and I scored back-payment of my new salary for several few months which will provide a tidy little partying bonus come the end of the month. The request for a company car remained in the back pocket having realised over the weekend that I'd be doing myself in the arse in tax for a car that would sit getting dirty and occasionally bomb down to Brighton for the weekend.
So why was this victory so hollow? Hell, I get a payrise mid recession, a promotion on the CV and a new intern to go at. But here lies the crux of it. I have no desire to spend my days doing the job they've given me. I'd put in my request for 2 days off within 10 minutes of leaving the poker room. These were solely dedicated to applying for new jobs at the end of last week.
But I can, of course, end on a positive. This morning at 10am I got to spend half an hour alone in the boardroom tied up with a feisty, 20 year old New Jersey brunette. That's right folks, my new intern put in a sterling interview performance scoring highly on my standard criterion of: cup size, figure and naivety.
It's just as well really. As my relationship with Jewish_Princess came to an end on Sunday night, all that bastardliness that's been suppressed during the last 5 weeks of being a nice chap is quite literally boiling to the surface and waiting to get out.
