Oh ... don't get me wrong ... the job itself was fine and - *being a sociable type of bloke (Originally Posted by Arthur Little
Ah ...... I was just a glorified penpusher ... latterly responsible for allocating and co-ordinating the daily workload of teams of volunteer drivers - specifically recruited by Social Services to carry out tasks involving the transportation of people with varying degrees of disability - following a departmental transfer.
... but *therein lay the problem because: I'd a great rapport with these unpaid, kind hearted, elderly souls and would share a
or two with them on occasion ... much to the annoyance of my immediate boss - a most unfriendly, "jumped-up" wee
- who took me to task for "fraternising" with the volunteers as he implied. (I'd long-suspected this attitude amounted to sheer bloody-minded jealousy on his part, since he was clearly incapable of any civility!) Patently lacking in "the milk of human kindness", in other words.
Anyway at the time, I was still grieving inwardly, following the deaths of both my father and my first wife within a relatively short period of each other. Plus, I also felt resentful over a "sideways move" from my previous inter-departmental job as Records Officer for Penal Services ... a role that ideally suited me and can truthfully be said I'd fulfilled well for more than 14 years.
Therefore ... the upshot was, I decided to apply for - and was eventually granted - early retiral, as neither that bumptuous little upstart of a boss of mine, nor myself (both middle-aged geezers at that time) were likely to be going any further in terms of career advancement.
Yes ... a BIG decision - but one taken, I can honestly say, without the slightest regret!
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