Crazier things have happened.
Right?
CHAPTER 3
ROBBIE
Four years on...
The bitter smell ofcoffee hung heavy in the air.As I waited to make my order, I couldn’t say I cared much for the blend they served in the building’s on-site café.It tasted earthy — like I was drinking mud.But it was as good an excuse as any to get away from Hew, my boss, and the endless stream of emails I had to reply to.
If I’d known a few years back that this was how my life would turn out, I’d never have accepted that promotion.
Only I did.Not that I thought I had much choice at the time.
Looking back, I can see how someone played and manipulated me into it.True, my job was being eroded away.Now I was caught in a cycle of arranging and rearranging the same frigging meeting — and running out of plausible excuses because my cockwomble of a boss was suddenly unavailable.
Especially when said cockwomble was the one who asked for the meeting.
Basically, today was a typical Thursday.And I always got reflective and melancholy on a Thursday.Becoming what Dave called a mopey, whiny, grumpy git.
Yeah, the words stung a little.But they fit.
I was mopey on Thursdays for good reason — because I was working in the office and not from home.
So much had happened so quickly — a whirlwind of highs and lows — that it sometimes took my brain a while to catch up.
COVID had changed life forever.And I don’t just mean how the UK was blindsided by it, or how many lives were lost, or how bad the government was in dealing with it.But because I ended up joining a new team right in the middle of it.
Did I like working in HR?
Ugh, no.
Did I like the work?
Again, another no.
