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1 day of work left for 2011

Freedom from work over the coming year has really got my mind ticking about the things I wont miss about work , mostly to reassure myself that leaving familiarity behind is the right thing to do at this time in my life.  Here are some of my thoughts.


The reason I wont miss work...
  • My bad posture at my desk - my running style should surely improve because of it. 
  • The air conditioned environment - that require lotions and potions to ward off the scales
  • Fish and Chip Fridays - honestly the office smells vile for the entire afternoon - and the lifts are best avoided also!
  • The Lifts - RMC folk understand my pain - the novelty of our lifts certainly wears off quickly
  • Carrying an ID card to go to the loo - although this will only be replaced on my travels by the most precious thing I own - my Passport - which is larger and doesn't like getting put through the wash!
  • Emails - constant barraging emails at work just are never as nice and interesting as personal emails, blog comments, twitter mentions or facebook poking.
  • The Highway dodging game played daily to get across to Waitrose. Although I am sure it has just prepared me for life in Asia
  • Politics and Progress (or lack there of) - and I reserve this for the transatlantic management - office politics are decidedly gentile in London compared to the swearing cast at the new world stalwarts who slow progress and don't understand regional differences. 
  • Hours of work lost - when you work to a goal and then the task is no longer required or relevant.

But at the end of the day I sure will miss the wonderful people and the routine, the 12 cups of tea offered in a day (despite the fact I only drink tea at funerals), the lunch dates with friends, the friendly nods in the lift and the small talk at the water machine, being able to walk to work (IN LONDON) along streets with history and cobbled stones to prove it, working across the road from The Tower of London (despite never seeing the crown jewels) , the mental challenge (although I am sure this will be sated with the historical lessons and experiences I am set to behold), the banter, the incredible intelligence of my colleagues, and the outrageous characters who have had me in stitches for the past 4 years. 


All reasons to turn up in the morning usually but from Monday 18th July 2011 I think I might have a wee sleep in. Don't hate me!
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  1. Pasta Bites16 July 2011 at 02:17

    Will miss you....xxxx

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  2. TJ and VJ18 July 2011 at 20:56

    Brilliant! So well put. Wish we were doing the same. Save travels. TJ & VJ

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