Alright. So my contract finished at the end of October. You'd think that I'd be done and looking for another job. You'd think that at least.
My company requested that I stay on for another week to ensure that our revampted Customer Service department has a bit of extra help. My job is supposed to be more of a supervisory role.
Well, Friday my manager comes to me and says they need me for another two weeks. Something about there still being work left. Now, I've finished my job to what was required of me. In fact, I did a pretty damn good job. The revamped CS department just wasn't ready yet.
I've decided to stay for one extra week to get rid of any work they might have (despite it being out of my job description now). For the next week, I'll be back writing emails for the company. On Friday, I'll be done. Saturday I'm heading somewhere. I'm not sure where, but something tells me that I'll figure everything out shortly before I leave for the airport.
Hope that you're all well. Miss you all.
Cheers
Paul
10 comments:
Hey Paul, do you think you're going to be coming back over for the holiday season, or will you not have enough money to cross the Atlantic in anything but a cardboard box?
See, this is why people jump out of windows whenever you say something.
they defenestrate themselves? What a concept. Usually people throw me out of windows.
I'll be staying in the UK for the holidays. Will probably just spend Xmas with some of my housemates or friends.
I love the word defenestrate. I learned it in firsty year chemistry. No, really, our chemistry prof was trying to expand the class's vocabulary.
I guess throwing yourself out a window would be self-defenestration. I wonder if people would sign up for a self-defenestration class (thinking defence rather than defenestrate).
hey...
if we put matt in a cardboard box...we can just 'forget' the air holes...
is that murder, technically? or just negligence?
firsty year? Dan...wtf
I'm sorry if 'y' and 't' are close together on the keyboard. Not all of us can be perfect like you Stacie. What are you, the queen of spelling and grammar? God, you make me want to throw up, and not just because of your face. (I really love surly replies)
Also, in response to your firsty question, it depends on what the court decides.
Matt....what drugs are you on?
Dan, you doubt my royal lineage? I AM THE LIZARD QUEEN!
Which is better than being an egyptian descendent of the pharaoh's...I mean...imagine that your mother was actually your father's daughter out of his sister?
I know Dan means this outta liking...doesn't he? Or at least less loathing than he gives Bram...cause we just have to hate Bram in a friendly way
Paul, I will be 'aving som cak on your behalf.
oh piffle
I'm already half-way done my entry into the second decade...and all i can do is sigh...
like Dan tho, I had cake for Paul's birthday...well...a muffin...from tim horton's...
I mean, I remembered Paul's birthday!
Paul, I'd like to introduce you to Dan
Dan, I'd like you to introduce Paul to your friend, the one called 'POST SOMETHING NEW ON YOUR GODDAMN BLOG'
And I'll introduce you to my friend 'When-You-Have-Time'
I'm bored on a Saturday afternoon. Ai-ya, c'est la vie
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