The following is absolutely true.
I went for an interview in London yesterday morning. Still waiting on feedback
After the interview I met with my old boss (who got me the interview). We had a liquid lunch.
Then I got an email basically exonerating me from a system outage last December (in Jersey). I knew the big wigs were meeting in London, so I called my old boss to tell him the news. It was well received and they invited me to join the meeting. So I climbed in a cab. As I was telling the cabby the situation he gave me a breath mint and a go on his aftershave. This was normally weird, but yesterday this was the norm.
So I get into the meeting, and all the bigwigs are there "wrapping up". I didn't agree with a lot they said so stuck my oar in, after all I'd had 5 pints of London Pride so why did I care. They loved it. I got on my soap box and told them how it should be done. All agreed, lots of smiley handshakes at the end.
Then my old boss takes me for a beer. He offers me a new contract on the spot, but I put my terms on the table. He agrees to them all, and apologises for fooking me around before.
This is all true, I swear.
Then SY02 calls. She has a flat battery and wants me to fit a new one. I tell her to go to GSF and get one. It becomes clear to me at this point that I am a) too pissed, b) never going to get home in time so I call my one remaining mate up. Not spoken to him in a while as he pissed me off the last time we spoke (remember the spreadsheet app I was writing for him)? Anyway he comes round and fits the battery for her. Nice innit?
So I go to call SY02. Phone dead. The only way I can call her is by firing up the lappy and plugging the phone in on a USB lead. So I have to find a pub to do this. 2 pints of London pride while I am orchestrating this highly complex manoeuvre.
Then I get a cab to St Pancras and board the 9:02 to somewhere oop north. Calling at Luton Airport Parkway, Beford, Wellingborough, Kettering, Market Harborough, Leicester.
Except they lied about the Luton, Bedford, Wellingborough, Kettering and Market Harborough stops.
So that is how I ended up in Leicester and am typing this post on platform 3 of the station waiting for the train back home.
I hate Leicester, but only because I am stuck here. In fairness it's not a bad place, and their cheese is the best for cheese on toast. And they made Gary Linekar. So all in all not a bad place.
How's your past 24 hours been?
I went for an interview in London yesterday morning. Still waiting on feedback
After the interview I met with my old boss (who got me the interview). We had a liquid lunch.
Then I got an email basically exonerating me from a system outage last December (in Jersey). I knew the big wigs were meeting in London, so I called my old boss to tell him the news. It was well received and they invited me to join the meeting. So I climbed in a cab. As I was telling the cabby the situation he gave me a breath mint and a go on his aftershave. This was normally weird, but yesterday this was the norm.
So I get into the meeting, and all the bigwigs are there "wrapping up". I didn't agree with a lot they said so stuck my oar in, after all I'd had 5 pints of London Pride so why did I care. They loved it. I got on my soap box and told them how it should be done. All agreed, lots of smiley handshakes at the end.
Then my old boss takes me for a beer. He offers me a new contract on the spot, but I put my terms on the table. He agrees to them all, and apologises for fooking me around before.
This is all true, I swear.
Then SY02 calls. She has a flat battery and wants me to fit a new one. I tell her to go to GSF and get one. It becomes clear to me at this point that I am a) too pissed, b) never going to get home in time so I call my one remaining mate up. Not spoken to him in a while as he pissed me off the last time we spoke (remember the spreadsheet app I was writing for him)? Anyway he comes round and fits the battery for her. Nice innit?
So I go to call SY02. Phone dead. The only way I can call her is by firing up the lappy and plugging the phone in on a USB lead. So I have to find a pub to do this. 2 pints of London pride while I am orchestrating this highly complex manoeuvre.
Then I get a cab to St Pancras and board the 9:02 to somewhere oop north. Calling at Luton Airport Parkway, Beford, Wellingborough, Kettering, Market Harborough, Leicester.
Except they lied about the Luton, Bedford, Wellingborough, Kettering and Market Harborough stops.
So that is how I ended up in Leicester and am typing this post on platform 3 of the station waiting for the train back home.
I hate Leicester, but only because I am stuck here. In fairness it's not a bad place, and their cheese is the best for cheese on toast. And they made Gary Linekar. So all in all not a bad place.
How's your past 24 hours been?
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