Twice in the past month or so, I've felt a pang and thought, I miss writing for a living.

I don't particularly like or dislike my current job. It's just something I've been doing for two years of my life, and it's something I can pretty much do, and it earns me more money now than before. I like that I can buy more shoes. That's about it.

One thing I don't enjoy is undercurrents. But it seems like it's one of those inevitable things in bigger offices. Even though I know such people exist, when I hear stories about malicious and unscrupulous backstabbers who'd do anything to climb their way up, I still feel suitably appalled and disgusted. In theory they exist. In reality, I've never really had to deal with someone like that. And I don't think I can.

Work to me should be straightforward. I don't like to have to deal with nuances or to have to watch my back and be wary of people. So not my style.

Currently the situation is not too bad. But should I ever land in that sort of territory I can't abhor, I'll have to up and go. Game-playing is not for me.