So last week I finally left my job and the defence industry as a whole. Leaving the job was expected, but I had originally thought I was retained tenuously within the grip of defence, but we'll get to that.
Due to a combination of having changed projects recently, people having been away and the project subsequently being cancelled, I expected a very quiet departure from my job. In some ways it was, definitely a whimper rather than a bang, but in some ways it surprised me. In a job where the work never really materialised properly, it became clear that the company and the people would actually miss me. Which is not to say that I thought them unfeeling, but in both the projects I worked there, one long lived and one not, it was always the case that some political or monetary intervention prevented them getting truly off the ground and meant that I couldn't fill a critical position in them because the work wasn't there. Certainly I worked well and contributed as much as I could, but the roles never hit the responsibility that they should have.
So it was a very pleasant moment to be given a send off, to be told how much they would actually want me back if I changed my mind. Retrospective statements were made about having had 'plans' for me. But none of these things would have changed the situation, because I wanted out of defence, not the company persay.
So now I've started anew, and to my delight the role is entirely civil, working on aircraft and has distinct potential. So we will see what we shall see.
But now I am Masamune. Not Muramasa.
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