I could write a lot about today, but it’s considered bad form to wash your dirty laundry in public so I’ll keep it brief for everyone’s sake.
In short: I got promoted this morning, interviewed someone for a job after that, but there is no job, which we both knew going in, bad times at the company, possible layoffs. So no payrise to go with promotion, which is fine because I’d feel terrible about getting a payrise when others are being let go, but it’s bad because we’d sort of banked on it (it would’ve been a good payrise), but there we go. The layoffs though. Bad times are coming.
And it’s times like these when you bloody resent pricks like Cristiano Ronaldo and Ashley Cole and every other footballer who doesn’t know how bloody lucky they are.
Sorry. We have all this going on, and read that Fulham are bidding £10 million for a half-useful centre-forward, the same Fulham that would’ve had to lose half its non-playing staff (who aren’t earning in a year what some of the players earn in a month) last year had Danny Murphy not scored with a header at Portsmouth. It’s mad, it really is. The obvious way to end this would be to say that we need football to escape all this shit, and we do, but we could still escape into football if it wasn’t disappearing up its own arse in pursuit of more and more and more and more money.
