I’m being made redundant.
Just 18 months after the last time, which is a bit…annoying, shall we say. Big changes at the company I work for mean that myself and another colleague are now surplus to requirements. Come February 8th I shall have all the time I need to get really really really good at Skyrim.
So it’s not all doom and gloom. 😉
But more of that in the weeks to come. I’m back in the office today following some greatly-enjoyed lazy time off in celebration of my 40th birthday. Two glorious days of not doing very much – unless you regard eating chocolate, playing Skyrim, reading books, lying in bed and watching the all-too-short Edwin Drood on the iPlayer as “much”. In which case, you’re wasting your life – get out more!
“Much” is to come this weekend, however, when myself and 30-40 friends and family are meeting to celebrate my birthday by drinking and dancing in
style central London. Hotel rooms are booked, babysitters arranged – emergency stand-in babysitters put on DefCon Two (just in case) – and livers are being given this week off in readiness.
If last weekend was the quiet, sensible family birthday then this weekend will be the stupid, deafening party birthday. 😀
But tonight is the mysterious birthday celebration night (which probably means I need to come up with a label for tomorrow and Friday, too) as I have a single ticket for the Lost Lectures series. A hitherto unseen mix of erudition and elusiveness…
What on earth am I on about?
It’s a pair of lectures being given by an intriguing mix of guest speakers at a clandestine location in London. Only those of us with tickets know where to go, and even we were only told a couple of days ago…
I’ve said too much already! :-O