Not Being A Manager: I would rather be at my allotment

Six hours of meetings today, plus two hours on the train between them, and then 2 and a 1/2 hours logged on to work from home, following up the actions. No mention of the manager's job from the Director, even though I still attend Service Managers' meeting (eg this afternoon). It is 8 days since the interviews and I am still not 2nd choice, so they will get turned down. I dont know why I even care anymore.
Anyway, the allotment: we have raspberries

potatoes by the score,
broad beans (edible despite the bastard blackfly) and the maize is pathetic.
The lettuces were brilliant,along with the onions , and the runners still to come. A damn sight better than last year, when circumstances lead to poor attendance. It is not much better this year, but the margin was enough to extract some crops. Potatoes stored for the winter, broad beans in the freezer, gooseberries and raspberries equals jam, and the rest to come. Constant weeding. Bindweed and that little purple bastard that looks like clover to start with are not my friend
Plus a suppurating blister still going strong 3 days after my last visit.