By the end of my time working in TV transmission, I was a very tired boy. Definitely not tired of the great friends I’d made during the 16 years I was in the job at various places in and around London, but absolutely knackered from the night shifts, doing work that no longer interested me, and corporate nonsense that was allowed to get in the way of more positive and constructive stuff, such as appraisals for people (like me) whose jobs barely changed from one year to the next
“Paul, you don’t under-perform and you don’t over-perform,” I was told in one such a meeting.
“You’re right,” I replied.
I wish I’d added: “That’s because you don’t under-pay me and you don’t over-pay me. I do what you pay me to do.”
Bit of a shame that I came up with my witty response years after I needed it.
So by the end, I was ready to go. I’d decided years before that when an opportunity came up, I’d grab it and say my goodbyes. I needed a change and didn’t want a rest.
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