I am now home.
Left Crianlarich at just gone nine and arrived at Kirby Sigston (near Northallerton) at about three. Left there at nearly quarter to four and stopped for dinner on the Warwick Bypass at about seven, finally getting home at about nine thirty.
Tomorrow is a day off (unpack, laundry, reading the little red book) followed by a trip to Henley (where my reading of the little red book will bear fruit).
I have about nine pages of text to (re)memorize before 6pm tomorrow night. The joys of being an understudy who's been dropped in it at short notice.
Normal service will be resumed as soon as possible ...
The office manager's post was made redundant just before I went on holiday.
I may have said to some of you in person over the last few weeks that my boss is going insane -- this must be the latest symptom.
She is the only person -- the only person -- in the company who ever does any administration. Six techies and an office manager. Just imagine.
Now what's going to happen? No expenses, no overtime, no-one ordering, no-one doing invoices, no-one paying the suppliers, and no-one keeping everyone's calendar up-to-date. Golly -- who's going to do the salaries? It'll be just like it was before she joined the company, which will be appalling.
The real pity is that I love the work. Give me a server, a router, a firewall, a handful of workstations to bugger about with and I'm as happy as a gimp in rubber. But I can see the administrative side of the company ending up in a real mess very very quickly.
The other real pity is that, looking at the other engineers, as the company gently collapses I'll be the last person besides the insane boss and his partner to be offered redundancy. Is this the worst of all possible worlds?
I do servers. I do routers. I do firewalls. I don't do admin, or people, or office politics, and I hate this situation.
Thanks for the advice about the CV earlier, all of you.
As you may know, there is some drinking to be done on my Birthday, Friday 27th September, at the Ben Crouch in Wells Street, off Oxford Street, London.
The difficulty which faces me is as follows:
If I drink too much (as is the intention), I can't drive home.
If I stay until closing time (as is the intention), I will have missed the last train home.
The proposed solution is as follows:
There will be a competition.
I will offer a free Saturday morning's computer and network consultancy to the lucky winner, for use on their home computers.
To have a chance to win this highly valuable prize, all you have to do is:
a) Be someone I know.
b) Live in or near London.
c) Take me home with you after the pub shuts.
d) Find me a bit of floor to sleep on.
e) Ply me with strong coffee in the morning.
If your computer problems are particularly intractable or entertaining, I might even have lunch and carry on consulting into the afternoon.
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