It has gone into double digits now. 99 days until it is bye bye to work (again). Nic isn't so lucky; but then again, she enjoys working for 'the man'.
For a while at least, I will no longer have to say things like "perhaps if we could get our ducks in a row here, we could be singing from the same hymn sheet to add value. The knowledge workers are moving the goalposts, but with imagineering we could all get on the same page and get some skin in the game" - Come again? Is this work or a catholic porno? (Not sure which would be more exciting - ahem)
Needless to say, the thought of being on a motorbike, riding the ridges of the Atlas Mountains or wandering the Navarra valley, easily beats dancing tango with customers over a 1m pound deal. The only liquidated damages I am going to suffer in a hundred days from now will come from a beer bottle!
99 days and counting...
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