never sent this one. Opted for "the quiet exit" During my time working at this site, I have endured three wet seasons, budget cuts, board interference with programs, constant harassment to produce results “quicker” and being paraded in front of investors and bankers like a trained monkey. This place is inflicted with more nepotism than a Bengalese carpet shop and strategic planning occurs based on whim. Indeed I do find this job challenging, it’s a challenge not to tell my co-workers who come to me ready to quit that they’d be better off elsewhere and it’s a challenge to try and get my point across without having to threaten to leave every second day. My advice has been constantly questioned, argued with or just ignored. Expectation levels are so high, you’d need to climb a waste dump to even see the top and alternatively, the drama, panic and fear spawned by minor mishaps rivals that caused by the Mongol invasion. I’m constantly second-guessed by a sheep farmer who’s sheep have more honesty and integrity than he does and a geologist who is so old that when he looks at the Proterozic, it’s with fond memories of it’s deposition. To top this lot off, you’ve appointed a Perth Office Parasite to be in charge of me who wouldn’t know “rise mining” from “Plummeting Shareprice.” The company option plan is so far away that astronomers have seen it and named it the 10th planet, “Dubious” and when I read “Dilbert” alas, it’s no-longer with a feeling of ironic familiarity but with jealousy as I compare his lot with mine. Indeed I do have options, in fact two , these are to leave or stay and go insane. I choose life