There’s something different about HR people: almost as if they have different genome. Sometimes I suspect that they’re like those alien invaders in ‘V’ who tear their human masks off at the end of the day once they’ve commuted back to their hideaway lairs or invisible spaceships.
Don’t get me wrong, the HR people at work are fine. There’s just something not quite normal. But this oddness is always somehow soothed by the fact that they always try so hard to be nice and to be your friend for the HR ant always knows they’ll be an outsider to the worker ants, never quite part of the communal nest.
The HR manager was just such an example when I told her I wanted to withdraw my application: understanding, smiley, sympathetic – and detached, like a nurse caring for a terminally ill patient.
And yes, back at my desk the regrets did start to jiggle about a bit. I was calm by then. The deed was done. Decision make, irrevocably. I’ve never been very good at decisions but at least as I’ve got older I’ve learned to live with them once they’re made.
So all I need to do is kick start this old heap of a career and start writing again. Not exactly the perfect bed fellows. But that’s always been the excuse.
But life isn’t so bad. J is being very supportive, when he can. Admittedly, waiting for an hour in the pub for him because he has to work late at his super-sonic job does only serve to remind me how successful he suddenly is and therefore how unsuccessful I unsuddenly am. But at least things there are well. When I started this blog it was partly to be about him – to make a decision to stay or go. Right now I can’t imagine ‘going’. In fact, despite an ever-burgeoning habit to window shop, I’d say we’re good, perhaps even better than good.
But then again, tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and that never bodes well.
