I applied for a new job the other day – and I got it.
My current work, the uni, have been quite good about this. Ms Superiority who I have in the past viewed as 50% ally and 50% formidable bitch, showed her true side today when I told her what was happening with me. She actually admitted that this uni is ‘fucked’ and that yes, we do get paid a pittance. I didn’t mention I’m getting paid a fair bit less at this new job, but at least I’ll be enjoying it more. She’s rigged it so that I can finish with only 3 days notice rather than the 1 week required by law. Woo hoo.
I just realised today that I know 3 people named Zoran. Maybe I should consider changing my name to Zoran. It’s funny, because people always mis-hear the Zorans’ name, and most people call them Zorro by mistake. One of the Zorans I know makes full use of the fact that his name sounds like a superhero’s name, and answers his phone in the most ridiculous manner, like a cartoon superhero would. (Damn, these things are hard to put across in print).
Anyway. I bet my work doesn’t organise a cake, or a night out like for the last girl who left, and she was only here for 2 months. Wait and see, eh? I am betting you here and now I only get a crapola card, not even one with a joke on it.