Isn't that the line in a song...??
OK well I am home after my final day at my current workplace (I do not name names as word of honour has been given that I never slag off a place I have worked at in my blog). Of course, if you catch me in the pub or the wine bar then that might be a different story. (Only joking - promise). My just today ex-boss told me he checked out my blog before he hired me to make sure that I had not slagged off any of my other employers (he also was joking - I hope...).
Anyway, it was a good day today. Lunch with some of my colleagues sitting out on the roof garden with the sun shining, but a chilly wind and good chat and talk was had. Then tidying up, clearing out emails, deleting personal folders (hope I managed to get rid of the porn ok) and left hand over notes and felt very virtuous. Feeling super cool about going and then lo and behold a crowd gathered. No it was not the loaves and the fishes being distributed to the multitude but the gathering of my work mates who presented me with a card full of lovely messages that caused the stiff upper lip to quiver a tad and some vouchers from John Lewis which made the stiff upper lip quiver some more - into a beam.
A great ending to my contract and unexpected which makes it even nicer.
And so, the adventure begins. The adventure of perhpas not getting another job and being a, gasp, SENIOR CITIZEN. If a job comes up, then I will probably have a crack at it and am not ruling it out totally, but at the moment I intend to take some relaxing time and enjoy the thought that I have nothing to do. Of course, I should not tempt fate by saying I am rather looking forward to it 'cos then the phone will ring on Monday and my agency will send me off for an interview or something so think I will just keep quiet and lurk.
Journey home last night was another nail in the commuting coffin as far as I was concerned. Got on the inter-city (have to tell you now that the wankers are always on the Inter city trains, the hoi poilli who behave much better are on the stopping slow trains) and this woman got on yakking on her pink mobile. I mean a pink mobile. Come on. Top of her voice in one of these affected drawls that you know are put on, trying to sound like she comes from Sloane Street when she probably hails from Southend (on the right line let's face it), and oh my dear, we had been filimng all day, hours of footage and then basically, yes basically, they have to edit it down to ten minutes and like, oh my god, it is doing my head in and then tomorrow we have to had a meeting to discuss the concept (as one of my work mates said this morning, surely you need to have a concept before you start filimg. She is right). After five minutes of listening to this total crap I could feel my temper rising so before I cracked and found that I was spending my retirement in Holloway Prison for GBH, I moved.
Then this morning waiting to get some cash out of the hole in the wall and when it was my turn moved forward and this girl just jumped in front of me and totally igrnoed the fact that she had just leapt up the queue by about ten places. 'Excuse me' says I in Lady Bracknell mode 'are you aware that there is a queue?' and in total Am I Bovvered mode she turned round and told me to 'F**k off'. At that stage I knew the decision to sling in the commuting towel was the correct one. I just stood and looked at this spotty, plain, aggressive teenager and felt total despair creep over me. What on earth had caused her to be like this?
Well, I don't know and I am not going to lose any sleep over that one.
So here I am and when I came home found three loveloy books from Capuchin Press awaiting me and yesterday a cookery book from Bloomsbury and who knows what the morrow may bring? I would like to say thank you to all the lovely Random Visitors who left kind, encourging and supportive comments on my earlier post about my thoughts on my future. Great to know so many of you care and take the trouble to write.
It makes me go all warm and fuzzy...bless you all.
