It’s odd leaving a routine that you’ve had for a sixth of your life. Something you’ve been doing for three quarters of your working years. There’s a mix of excitement, emptiness, confusion and the sense that time is moving at different speeds on an hourly basis as you approach omega. I’d engineered my last week […]
It’s quite opressive – I have only three days left to turn up at work with a hangover looking like I’ve been dragged backwards through a hedge. Going for an expresso and cognac just before midnight last night was the only way I could stay awake long enough to drink enough to achieve today’s head-swimming
When leaving work, make sure you wander around the office grinning like a demented rock-smoker who has just mugged a grandmother on her way to deposit 50 years of hard won savings at the bank after being told it would be safer than keeping it under her mattress. Set your mobile phone ring-tone to play
