4.5 days left of my employment.
I’ve cruised into the final week here. Friday at 1700 hours is Liberty Hour, when I will dance out of the halls, with bells ringing and choirs singing. And then, six weeks of long, wonderful, blissful nothing (oh! nothing! bliss!) until I start my new job.
“We may allow ourselves a brief period of rejoicing; but let us not forget for a moment the toil and efforts that lie ahead. [...] We must now devote all our strength and resources to the completion of our task, both at home and abroad. Advance, Britannia! Long live the cause of freedom! God save the King!” (Sir Winston Churchill, London, May 8th 1945)
! You’re changing jobs more often than some people change their underwear : )
or maybe :(
I mean:
: ) about the jobs and :( about the underwear.
Given the fact that I’ve only changed jobs twice, now, with at least six months in between, I would rather prefer that you keep secret exactly which people change their underwear more seldom than that.
Now it’s 3 days left.
3.
Three.
That number seems so beautiful at the moment that I could take it home and cuddle with it all night.