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May 06, 2004 - 11:37 am

Penultimate's a long word

Today is my penultimate day at work. As of Monday morning I will be working somewhere else, in a different job, on the other side of London much closer to where I live. I have longed to work nearer to home and out of zone one for as long as I can remember. I am fed up with being crushed up on the tube against people who obviously have a far too enthusiastic liking of garlic. I am fed up of sitting on central London underground stations listening to crackly indecipherable announcements informing me that my next train will not be turning up today. I am fed up with sitting next to men who think their balls are so enormous that they have to open their legs wide enough to take up three seats. I am fed up of the crazy bearded old men, who seem perfectly normal for five stops, suddenly standing up and shouting, �quails eggs noo naaaa!�

I am especially fed up with inner London school teachers who think it�s a great idea to organise school trips on the tube during rush hour and spend the entire journey shouting at them (�Rupert, put that down! Isabelle Smythe-Elinson, stop licking that pole!�)

Though I am kind of sad to be leaving the place I am at now, I do like my boss and she has a very relaxed style of management, which makes working life almost enjoyable � even if the organisation itself is full of idiots who couldn�t organise a stir-fry in a wok factory (hmmm�)

But I have been feeling increasingly irritated the last few months. Especially as my colleague (senior but not my superior) seems to spend a lot of time checking I have done the more obvious parts of my job: stuff that is nothing to do with her, �You did book a meeting room for that meeting you were asked to arrange didn�t you?� Er�yes, that�s my job, and I am not a damn fool, so shut up.

And my boss, her deputy and afore mentioned colleague do tend to go into informal huddles around their desks to chat about the latest meeting they have attended, it can make me feel extremely excluded, and hopelessly bored as I really honest to God to do care a jot about what is going on here. I like my boss, and some of my colleagues, but that�s it. I am looking forward to moving on and working with younger people nearer my own age, people I can have a beer with on a Friday. I am looking forward to being interested in what I do again, not bored to tears with arranging and rearranging a million meetings a day.

So, in tribute to the end of my current job, and bearing mind I am only equipped with my mobile phone to take pictures today, I present to you an artistic project I like to call �office: an exploration of boredom��

My computer. Notice the public sector issue blinds in the background, and the trusty can of diet coke next to the computer.

The filing I have no intention of doing before I leave.

My promotional yellow yoyo.

And now, because I found it on my phone, a picture of a random floating balloon in a pub. It drifted past one Sunday afternoon as Mr D and I were supping on some Caffreys and it amused me greatly.

I have a picture phone and I am bored today, so the first five people to request a picture in my guestbook will see that picture posted later today! Wow, what an offer. No requests for anything rude or pornographic though or I might just post them, then you�d be sorry.

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