A few months back, I went for a new job. It was best described as a personal assistant to a VIP,and it sounded promising. Other people who had done it talked about it as being a great role and really worthwhile. The rewards and benefits package was termed generous although was loosely defined. There are a few downsides, the job is a fixed term contract of 60+ years, and is non-negotiable. Those who work in the role also said how much work is involved, but not until I’d signed the contract. On the plus side, it is a job share, so how hard can it be?
So last week, I started this new job, and I can’t help but feel I’ve been had. The problem is my boss – he’s just so demanding. He expects you to be at his beck and call 24/7. When he has a problem, the only feedback you get is screaming, and when he’s finished screaming, he goes back to ignoring you. Functions of the role include acting as his butler, chauffeur, and chef. Part of the job also involves handling his crap on a regular basis, and he’s a fan of taking the piss at the worst possible time too. The only hope is that the job gets easier as the relationship with the boss improves. Anyway, here’s a team photo.
In short, I became a father to my son Elliot. He, my wife, and I are all doing fine, although only one of us is getting enough sleep. Guess which one? Uh oh, gotta go, he’s calling!