Generally Lost

No point going to work this morning as have been invited to Yeovil Junction for a meeting of Salisbury Exeter Lineside Consortium of Authorities. Slightly earlier train than necessary enables me to fart about in the Somerset/Dorset borderlands finding (or not finding, harrumph) a couple of geocaches within walking distance of the station. At the meeting I even manage to say my 2 bob's worth, for a change.

At the station is a van worth steering clear of:

Had my "RADAR" yesterday (job assessment, target setting, training programme etc), the pointlessness of which was confirmed by my boss's complete ignoring of/not spotting (the utter darling), my total non-jobbedness at the moment, or at least my opinion of it. He didn't even complain about my total lack of preparation (I think we both know how to tick boxes), A Management Course now awaits (oh joy, I can build a bloody raft already, I was in the scouts)! I am so slack I even forgot to ask him about getting over the bar that stopped me from getting an automatic pay rise this year.
M seems to be in a similar situation: she wants to do graphic design, but spends most of her time on admin. For the first time, we both want to move on. I feel a paycut coming on, but may be a more rewarding job. Like Park Ranger (free wellies and landrover!), Astronaut, train driver, do-gooder(I pick up enough bloody litter in the neighbourhood, for goodness sake), even the guys digging up the road look like they are doing something worthwhile. Anything where I could achieve something tangible. I dont know. I'd sell the house (4 bedrooms for 2 people plus the Boy as lodger for the summer, and he is totally autonomous these days), but now doesn't seem to be a good time. At least M seems to have sold her tiny house in Newton Abbot, which is Stage One of the Master Plan for buying a place together and making something of the buying each other a ring affair. A barge somewhere, and take life as it comes as a gipsy.