I’ve been working at the same place for just over six years now and I’ve scrupulously avoided the most senior roles, mostly because politics bores me.

My boss resigned in July and I made it clear that I wouldn’t be applying for his job, work-life balance and a new international team that I’d created being the two main reasons.

The third and unwritten reason being that I didn’t want to deal with all the crap that comes with being in charge.

Still.

Along with one of my best friends in the whole world, I shared the role until a suitable successor could be found.

Said successor hasn’t been in post for a month yet and I have to say, he’s made some decisions really easy for me.

My little Milo developed a really bad cough that I’m hoping will just be a consequence of aging and asthma – the drugs that he’s been on since Thursday have worked actual wonders and he seems better than he’s been for ages.

I’m fortunate in that I don’t need money, my pension pot is good, I have a previous pension that’s paying out and would cover most monthly bills.

And

I have no mortgage or debts.

Which is a quantum leap from my early life.

My parents lived in one of those third floor flats for some of my childhood.

From Hackney to Shropshire isn’t far but it’s more than a lifetime away for me, I’ve been to places that I never dreamed, seen wonders and horrors and lived what seems like multiple lives.

So it’s been an interesting feeling over the past few days as I’ve looked at emails from the new boss and seen the reactions from my colleagues.

He’s a disaster waiting to happen.

We can’t stop anything, corporations don’t work like that.

But I can do something.

We have our first in-person leadership meeting next week.

I have a plan and many, many years of experience of working with people like this.

I’m going to have a little fun.

And.

By April, I’ll be doing something else.

Something that gives me some more time to do the things that actually matter.

Life is far too fucking short.