Resignation

That's it. I've done it now twice in this country, handed in my letter of resignation, and the sense of relief is large and looming and ENORMOUS.

I'll now put a countdown on my desktop and my outlook calender function, and then I'll knuckle down and rock this place during my last 4 weeks so they see what they are really losing. (They think they do, but they don't).

No more sock boy.

Collective sigh of relief.

And tonight I'm taking one of my invites from a PR company, but it's the coolest invite ever. A venture firm invites a bunch of journos to a private screening of Robin Hood, with nibbles and drinks provided.

AWESOME.

Counting down the hours

I'm being a good little data monkey today. The muse is still cowering, the poor thing. I hope to pull him out from under the desk and nurse him back to wing-beating health (yes, my muse looks like some gorgeous male, mostly naked angel of death type guy... black wings, long black hair... uhm, who asked?)

Been mailing back and forth to sort out my new contract and so I can resign. I have plenty of holidays left so I should be able to shorten my time here considerably.

In any case, quite happy here.

One last day with sock boy

Back at my desk for one last work day before the long writing & birthday weekend.

This place starts to feel really alien - most productive and competent colleague is leaving today, leaving behind me and two "old hands" who'll leave in one week and then the next. Apart from disenchanted me, who's dreaming of better days, there's the New Girl who's still awfully shy and getting trained - it took me about a month before I had any kind of confidence/understanding of my job, and "sock boy", as I call the new "team leader".

I call him sock boy because he has all the manners, refinement and personal charm of a wet pair of socks left to moulder for a few weeks behind the washing machine. The general sentiment in the team with regards to him can be read by the fact that when he sneezes, nobody says "bless you", but the collective thought bubble over our heads it "hope it's something serious." Clearly destined to be a Leader of Men, that guy.

Me, I have three leads for new jobs, one interview already lined up for Wednesday, and the job agents are putting me forward to jobs at other places - one is a rating agency, the other's our direct competitor and the top dogs' favourite enemy, judging by the constant jibes against them during our pointless, self-indulgent "general assembly" exercises. A bit like Hate Week. After how things went here, I'm looking forward to join the competition and compete the hell out of this place.