Tomorrow will be day ten since I left my job behind, waving a teary farewell and leaving things behind.

A new start.

A clean slate.

Well.

Sort of.

One of the reasons that I left was the introduction of a new senior management team with the emotional intelligence of a wasp nest, they didn’t even wait for me to leave before they made a move on one of my offshore people.

He made the fatal mistake of not bouncing around like a hyperactive puppy when the MD and COO visited the country and office that he works in.

That was enough to seal his probable fate, he’d already raised a bullying case against an in country senior manager (that he didn’t report to).

I tried really hard to show the seniors just what a good boy I could be if I wanted to – and that it was a conscious decision to do so.

More of this later.

I picked up a new car on day one and also got my nomination papers in for the local elections, we’re unopposed- so I’m a councillor again.

I had a call with the RAF Cadets to become a trustee and security checks notwithstanding ( amusingly I already hold an above TS clearance via MOD but they have to do the checks apparently) I’m in.

I’m looking forward to that.

And I’ve spent almost every day working outside, building things, repairing, painting and oiling, cutting, shredding and burning, digging and moving wood and earth.

It’s been lovely.

The doglets have spent every day outside with me and watched with interest when I measured, cut and fitted new aluminium trim for my office decking.

Cairo helped me dig over the earth in the wildflower area and Milo is as fit ( if not as young) as he’s ever been.

One of my neighbours may have some occasional work for me to keep the bank balance topped up and I don’t miss work at all.

One of my major gripes when I resigned was that instead of backfilling me, they dumped my whole team onto my best friend – she already had half of the staff and this gave her nearly everybody for no more money, a change in grade or anything material at all.

She then inherited the issue with the offshore guy that they’re stitching up.

So, I’ve found him a lawyer and when they make a move on him in a week or two, he’ll be ready.

He’s also already shortlisted for five jobs.

As for me.

Being nice was always a conscious decision, I hit them with a DSAR on the day that I left, I suspect that I’ll find some interesting communication between a few people.

And more importantly.

It’ll have pissed them off.

Really pissed them off.

Not as much as when the offshore guy does it in conjunction with his lawyer of course.

Or when my friend resigns tomorrow morning as she has a new job outside the toxic shitshow that things have become.

I’ve got people coming for Easter so this week will be a blur of preparation, shopping and picking people up.

It’s going to be busy.

But fun.

And on my own timescales.

I’ll probably only write about the ex-job one more time. When my DSAR comes in ( if it’s interesting, otherwise I won’t bother)

I’ll stay in touch with the Feral Pony Club

https://smallthunderdog.blog/2025/03/30/feral-pony-club/

Because tomorrow (or whenever they find out that my friend is leaving) will sting.

And I’ll help them with whatever they need.