Hinterland
A notice period is a strange thing. Once I’d resigned, that was it for me. I could’ve walked out the door without a glance backwards. So staying on for weeks and carrying on working as if nothing’s changed seems faintly ridiculous. Maybe it’s different for other people. Perhaps other people – those with a stronger sense of responsibility than myself, say – do their utmost to square away everything they can before they leave. I can’t see the point. I’ll do what I can, and someone else can pick up the rest. Fuck it. I’ve already moved on.
I should really examine what this says about me, I suppose. Possibly it means I’m self-centred yet also self-unaware, cold, calculating, heartless, a cad, a bounder. Possibly. But really, who cares?
Posted by
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12:09:41
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