I was given to believe there would be Welsh cakes at my Welsh class tonight, but there wasn't, and I hadn't had time to pop into M&S (only place that does them round here.)
Work is killing me with micromanagement and incompetent idiots trying to tell me how to plan my time. I said I'd go and work in the datacentre tomorrow. This is not because I am being good and helpful, it's to keep me away from people so I don't swear at them. Oh, also, I am not meant to be doing any training/women's network/culture improvement work. I foresee a visit to HR if they go much further. But there will be a ranty email to director first. I already wrote half of one on the subject, but felt so disheartened I gave up (though kept the draft.) So I won't have to do much work.
I need to do lots of training courses so I can escape. It's so demotivating, and I end up feeling totally incompetent, because every fucking thing I do is questioned to see if it's best how I should have spent my time. (Not just me, the whole department - I think - though only I have had the no women's network diktat.) I am actually pretty good at time management, and they are not. You must spend 50% of your time on this every week. You cannot average it out over a month, so doing more one week will not count against the next, even if that actually makes sense. Every person must do this, you cannot balance it out between the team, e.g. someone take on those tasks to allow that person to spend more time on these tasks. This actually makes us more inflexible and inefficient, which will be the main point of my ranty mail, as that will get me further than pointing out they're treating us like children. Except I wouldn't treat children quite so inflexibly, either.
And they're probably getting paid shitloads more for being so unutterably crap.