Counting Down

Only got four days left at the job, and today was marked by a power cut which left us without computers all afternoon. So we went home.

It's a good start to the last week, and certainly better than the faint disappointment of my leaving present and card. Someone I've known for eighteen years gave me "best wishes" and the daughter of Satan left "I'm sure we'll meet again" written in her own dark blood. At least she called to ruin my night out by suggesting we meet for a drink this week. Like that's going to happen. Given that the sick atmosphere in our office is largely due to her, the reasons for me to spend any time with her are rapidly diminishing.

I have thirty hours left. Thirty hours of working for this company which has been wonderful and hellish in roughly equal measures at different times.

Shortly after the power went down, I heard that the project I had been working on for most of the last year and finally passed on to someone else three weeks ago had been - pretty much - canned. A great result, I think, and not before time. The week's started well. Only thirty hours left to avoid the daughter of Satan with her cold dead heart.