A Grand Plan. A Plan of Action...

...that's what I need now.

Or a plan B...

...Or to win the national Lottery - that could be my 'plan B' That reminds me, it's a double roll over this weekend so I must buy a ticket!

Then I could start up my own company and work my long little fingers to the bones. I'll be damned if i'm going to pay myself to be to be bored all day at work that's for sure!

And as you can also probably guess...

...I am feeling slightly down hearted with regards to the whole work thing.

When I went to the interview for my wonderful new job I was 100% honest about why I was leaving my old job (ie, terminal boredom) and what I was looking for in a new role (a challenge) so I really, really, REALLY don't know why she hired me - concidering the actual workload of the position in which I unwittingly found myself was non-existant.

The first week, the official excuse for my lack of work was that no one knew that I had started.

The official excuse of the second week was that my new team were bunking off as it was half term and they wanted to be with their children.

The official excuse of the third week was... Well, there wasn't one. They didn't even bother making one up! That was the week when when all the fake work came trickling in. I started being asked to do totally pointless tasks - tasks which I knew were beneficial to no one and would never have an eye cast upon them again once I had completed them. Reports and such like, gathering pointless information. I could have been gathering information about cowboys and indians or compiling a list of most popular large zoo animals for all they knew because of course my reports and statistics would never actually be looked at!

One quite sunny day I decided that I would be strong, hang in there and give it a go. Just sit quitely for a while and see if it picked up. I thought that I could do that seeing as was being paid good money to sit and wait.

However... After an unbareably long day, and another WHOLE NINE HOURS of waiting for something to do I completely changed my mind and decided that I couldn't cope!

That was it.

My mind was definitely made up this time.

I told them I was leaving and it felt great!

As you can probably guess...

...My new job was rubbish.

Rubbish, rubbish, rubbish.

So rubbish in fact that I have left.

Already.

I just couldn't cope with doing nothing AGAIN for nine hours a day, even though I was actually being paid more to do nothing than I was before...

Going round and round in circles?

...feels like it!

New beginnings?

Not that you'd know it...

Fresh Start?

Not really...

One month and ten days has passed since I left my old boring job. What's happened since then?

Good question!...