I'm the Firestarter, Twisted Firestarter

I listened to the Prodigy live last night, from the comfort of my back yard, poking the smoking Bar-B-Q with a stick.

I'm the Firestarter, Twisted Firestarter.

Thank you, Radio 1, for bringing the Big Weekend to Lydiard Fields.

"You're not enjoying this job really are you?"

Took the words right out of my mouth.

For weeks I have been thinking I should let my boss know. I don't like it. I'm not a schmooze.

Give me the nengineering. Give me a person to get to know and a thing to do for them and I'll do it.

But cold calling? Not my thing.

So I said it, "Nope, I don't like my new job". Inwardly I conclude that it's best he know this rather than me spending my time secretly looking for a different job. Then, as I look to change my mortgage repayment protection supplier, I wonder if I picked the right time for a career crisis.

I also expect to find that I wish I'd changes suppliers sooner. Before my employers made some of their (let's face it) "surplus" people redundant.

Rather than suggest I quit on the new job he sensibly suggested that we come up with a plan for me to manage my anxieties about the job and focus on the bits I enjoy. That was nice. That's going to make getting up in the morning easier.