June, what the fuck? I blinked, and you were gone. In my head it’s still June 11th. For reals. But no, it’s the end of June which of course means accounts mania for the end of the Council’s financial year. While I’m feeling on top of it, I’d love one more day to be able to sit here and twiddle my thumbs, and stare out at the ocean view I am going to miss so much.
One very scary thing is that in two days time I can say ‘I’m moving to London this month.” Moving. I have to keep reminding myself this is not some six week jaunt to the Northern Hemisphere. Even so, I really don’t think it’s set in just yet.
The second thing is that my boss wont be here for the first two weeks of July as he’s sailing a yacht to Tonga. Cue the busiest two weeks of MY LIFE. Not only will I be training my replacement who starts the day he leaves, I will be managing all the staff, while receiving his diverted phone calls on my mobile, answering his emails AND ensuring I have completed everything I need to before leaving. His timing, as per usual, is superb. That, or he’s trying to kill me slowly before my departure. There best be a bonus, or a pot of gold at the end of this bloody rainbow. It’s enough to drive you to drink.
Tell me about it, shit, I turn 28 in TWO WEEKS. What?!!!!!! How the hell did that happen?!!
July…slow down a bit mmmkay?
It’ll fly by!! And, at the end of the rainbow, is LONDON. OK, not exactly a pot of gold, more a pot of piss judging by the smell in Soho this afternoon, but EXCITING!!!!!!