Satisfaction II

All this time spend lying around is giving me a lot of time to think. One of my thoughts is that I need to start looking around for a new job.

The truth is, I'm bored. Bored, bored, bored. I normally switch areas every year or so, moving on once I'm not really learning anything new any more. But their flexibility about my hours has helped me to meet my family responsibilities and so I've stayed longer than I ever have before. Also, my colleagues and my direct boss are such decent people that I've found it hard to tear myself away.

But I'm now reaching that point where I just can't get excited about the work any more. I don't get absorbed in it. I know it so well that I do it with about a quarter of my brain and the rest of my brain just wanders off to ponder other things.

And, of course, there is more to it. Some of you may remember that I had what I thought would be a policy victory some months ago. That victory is not turning out the way I hoped. Essentially, for ideological and political reasons, our politicians are shifting our policy area around towards something that is more popular but which I think is wrong, wrong, wrong. Damn, I hate election years!

Almost all the original elements I put up are still there, but altered to fit in with their stupid ideological opinions and their crass political opportunism. I am usually quite realistic about what can and cannot be achieved in government, but in this case, I am offended.

It's like I gave them a baby, a healthy, beautiful baby that I was proud of. They congratulated me, cooed over it - and then they tore it up, sewed all the limbs on backwards and tried to pass it off as the same baby. It isn't. It's a Dr Frankenstein freak-fest.