Away from the sharks...

It is exactly three years today since 'The Management', of which I was part I suppose, set me afloat on the ocean of redundancy. Three years since I sat in my corner office staring at the naked ladies above the lake.

Naked ladies floating above a lake. Yes, it sounds like a dream doesn’t it?

But it wasn’t.

Once, not so very long ago, I used to watch the sun rise and then sit in endless hours of video conferences and teleconferences listening to the circling sharks talking nonsense and occasionally adding my own idiotic puffer fish nonsense to the general burble.

At first, after it had ended, I missed it. Now, after all this time, I can hardly remember it at all and it really does seem like a dream. In many ways I have a better life, there’s so much I don’t miss, but I really miss a lot of the people that I used to work with and although I see the occasional sunrise, I miss the naked ladies floating above the lake.

Three years; it’s hard to believe.

Oh well, I may still be looking for my desert island, but at least I'm no longer surrounded by sharks.