There was a problem with Cannon Street station this morning and I was given two options. Stay on the train that was now getting diverted to Victoria or change at Orpington and hope for the best. I opted for hope.
I arrived at my desk over an hour late. I intentionally tend to start an hour early so that I can get out on time (to pick up Flo) so not too big a deal but it's still a waste of my time. I should get a fair amount back on my rail ticket at least..
I woke up this morning thinking I was about to have to get up and go to work. It's great when you suddenly realise it's actually a Sunday and you can have a bit of a lie in.
Our IT system is currently down, so I've done fuck all work for the past hour. Brilliant. There's not much I could do anyway as I also have zero access to any of the folders.
It was nice to have a little time off, I think I only had 6 days off in the precious 8 months, 2 or 3 of which were to look after Flo so I would hardly call that a day off!
Initially it's for 3 months but there is definite potential for an extension. When it finishes the market is better for contracts generally so perfect timing.
As mentioned in the previous post I've got a new job. It's actually at the same company as my last contract. Similar role but this time in their casualty pricing team.
I can pick it up on Friday! Unfortunately I have a new contract that starts on Monday so won't be able to play on it for ages. Grrr. It had better work this time.
8:30 at the rugby cub for the rugby world cup final. The club house was absolutely rammed. The 3rd team staked our claim buy the bar in the corner so we were happy enough despite the result.