The best laid schemes of mice and Mark

It turns out that my plot to direct myself onto a more interesting project at work isn't going to avail me at all. Priorities have been rearranged following the latest resignation so it means that I'm unlikely to get the chance to do what I want. Ever. It's now fallen extremely far down the priority list. Probably right off it in fact.

Bother.

On a marginally brighter note, it also means that I shan't be moving on to what I'd mentally categorised as the "project of Doom", since that's also been mercilessly deprioritised (and good riddance to it!) Hmm, deprioritisation sounds suspiciously euphemistic: "The projects not dead, merely deprioritised," or "Your role hasn't been made redundant, it's just been deprioritised." or "We used to care about you, before you were deprioritised". Anyway, where was I? Ah yes, the raincloud adhering to this silver lining is that I'm not entirely sure what I'll be doing instead. One particular possibility that's looming disturbingly large would be far worse than anything I'd imagined previously. It's not that it's unpleasant work in and of itself, it's just something that I have no interest in whatsoever. Even at the best of times, I don't work as well as I'm able if I don't care about what I'm doing. With my current levels of motivation, however, it would be sheer torture. I've tried to make my feelings about the project known by looking painfully unhappy every time my name has been mentioned in conjunction with it (I even attempted a scowl at one point, but I don't think I pulled it off particularly well), but I'm not sure what's going to happen. If worst comes to worst I will simply threaten to offer my resignation.

In fact, I may not even threaten, I may just do it...