We are slowing exorcising the evil spirits from the house by expunging clutter and expiating it in the hope we can inter without fear of exhumation.
Quite why I have come up with such dramatic prose when all I am doing is clearing out the Filing Cabinet in the spare bedroom. The top drawer contains mainly detritus collected over 9 years in the Evil Audit Empire opposite Victoria Coach station. I decided to hang onto my training notes in case they come in handy. they haven't, not in 9 years. In any case teh internets eliminate the need for retention of reference materials. And Government Accounting has changed dramatically in that time.
I retained my entire personnel folder, including drafts of performance reports for staff I have long forgotten. And notification of my performance from as long ago as 1990. I have ditched my Training Log, but definitely kept two pristine copies of my CIPFA P3 Project, the ultimate test of professional competence, shows other accountancy institutes to be also-rans! I found a really nice and glowing reference from the lovely Wendy; I also found bad stuff. Evidence of poor management and victimisation from the early nineties*. What was most interesting was notes of a meeting with personnel from 1996 about sickness absence. It was agreed that 'aching legs' was a poor description on the sick form, and an inaccurate description of the complex symptoms I was suffering, which were remarkably similar to what I have been suffering since 2004...limb ache to the point of immobility and extreme drowsiness. Then I start remembering other things eg my poor attendance at the contracting job I had in late 1999. It's been a revelation, of sorts. But I don't know what to make of it. Except that in 1996 I was diagnosed by my GP as having a potassium deficiency, which frankly, is unlikely in someone who has a dislike of salt verging on intolerance.
Nevertheless, the bulk of junk from the Evil Audit Empire must be put into recycling, the rest has to go through the shredder. A sacrificial bonfire has occurred to me but that would make me an anti-social neighbour.
Perhaps the nightmares will stop...
I am sure somewhere there is paperwork for the defunct Streatham Women's Section and the Governing Body of the long-closed Ashby Mill School
* I was accused of a 'lack of commitment' for failing to go to the client's premises on a day that the IRA laid bombs on the only railway line to Client's Premises. Yes, that petty...As well as my failure to carry out 250 hours of challenging work in two weeks!
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