Forty-seven days. Forty-seven days until escape. Well, if I’m being honest, it’s a little bit less than that. Today I conditionally agreed an early end to my contract. Sure, I could stay for a few more weeks, money is always useful, but I don’t really spend a lot, so I have enough.
Providing that I can hand over my vocational legacy to my less than lucky predecessor by the end of March, I’m gone. This ensures that I’ll teach him everything I know. Apart from my wit, charm and timing. That kind of shit simply cannot be taught. He’ll know more than he needs though, nothing’s stopping my early exit. Sucker.
It’s Thursday night – Thursday night is normally the start of my weekend, but I can’t work from home tomorrow due to some frivolous meeting that was no doubt agreed as a result of […]