Day Seventeen - Of dark stories and darker moods

Mark lost his job today, not his fault, just a matter of making numbers meet, it's the usual policy of hiring twice as many people as you need and then cutting half of them to make sure you have the right number, and so, on the cusp of getting the money and full time job to pay for the car he's got sorted, he's back to trying to find a job again.

The thought of taking the shiny christmas hammer and visiting the workplace to carry out some instant negotiations did for a moment have precedence in my head, but then he returned and it was brought home that while I'd feel better for battering feck out of them, it would do nothing for Mark (unless I let him have the hammer anyway.) so I reconsidered, for now at least...

It did however, remind me of the useless nature of most management in companies and the problem that occurs when someone above see's someone approaching rapidly from below them and sabotages them so that their own position will remain secure despite their own ineptitude...

And that got me to finish the latest chapters, however, it's been a hell of a week and next week is going to be worse, so I'm hoping that next wednesday is a day of nothing but writing, or I will indeed have some catching up to do.  Still above target now, but it's close...

This is John Dodd, in the Socialist Republic of South Yorkshire, and Goodnight England, wherever you are...