P45 (t-minus 16 days)

The Proclaimers once sang "Broke up from my work, the other day..." in a song called Letter from America. Now, i confess that i didn't spend the evening thinking about all the blood that flowed away, but that line was certainly on my mind yesterday.

I'd been at White Young Green for 6 years, so it was bittersweet leaving it. On the one hand I'm doing it to be with J, and in all honesty the job itself had degenerated into shitness. On the other hand, i said goodbye to a lot of good people, and it affected me more than i thought. I was given a lovely send off (posters up and down the office, and in the bathroom stalls!, and some fantastic leaving gifts to boot), and was genuinely touched by the good wishes from everyone. Not bad for a sarky IT tech.

But, i had to leave at some point, and it felt surreal standing in the cold air of the bus stop with all everything in a carrier bag, and i was a bit melancholic for the rest of the day.

However, waking up and not having to go in was a good feeling this morning, and it means I can get on with things I either should have done, or hadn't had time to do in the office.

Today seems to be about fiscal matters. I finally posted off the police check form that's been begging to be sent, although not without experiencing the vagrancy's of the modern post office (can't pay by card in this day and age?!). Bills have been settled, and i'm making a dent into all the paper work that's in drawers in the flat.

Speaking of which, i had a friend & his girlfriend come round from work on Monday to give the place a look over for rental. They pretty much liked the place from the moment they walked in, and have agreed to take it starting from February. It means i'll need to pick up the mortgage for a couple of months, but at least it'll be sorted out.

Now, what else is on the list..