Tomorrow is my last day as a full time employee, and, I hope, the last of my Dark Days. I. Can't. Wait.
It's a momentous day, and maybe one day I will be glad I had a job that made me so miserable I couldn't face doing it five days a week, or even doing it at all. Had I loved this job as I have loved previous ones, I can't see I would be making the leap into relative skintness and absolute strangeness with anything like this degree of enthusiasm.
Meanwhile I have eight working hours to implement modifications to our monitoring database, finish my handover notes, send comments on the Malawi HIV knowledge map content to the researcher in Lilongwe, write induction objectives for two new starters, attempt to conclude job offer conversations with the same, authorise everyone's leave for the rest of the financial year, clear my desk, wash up my mug, write an announcement for my new boss to send out, negotiate an acceptable level of storage space for the archivists (who are being asked to move areas), give two people interview feedback, feed into a communications review, finish migrating our content from one area of the network to another, and eat the cake that will surely appear at some point (and which will hopefully be an improvement on our current coffee-table offering of date-filled cookies from Saudi Arabia that look like the breasts of teenage girls).
I have asked one of my team to make sure I am in the pub by 6.15 (which equates to leaving the office at 6). The pints of Discovery will be on me.
joella
5 comments:
Did you just say "migrating our content"?
Yeah. Is that bad? I suppose it is. I'll be leveraging things next.
Good luck with your life-style transitioning.
Yes, good luck with the life-change stuff. Very exciting.
I claim my pint. Taps?
As it goes Tim, I am imminently heading FY8-wards and was about to suggest something similar... will email!
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