… then I have to say I don’t really like it
Monday started way too early and by twenty to seven I was
climbing in to 30%’s car for a drive down the M40 towards Heathrow.
Unfortunately there was no flight at the end of this trip. It just happens that
the rehearsal room for the latest production just happens to be close to London’s main airport.
I arrived shortly after nine o’clock and soon found my
colleague. The rest of the day was spent in a meeting room half listening to
debate and conversation whilst trying to concentrate on merging two
spreadsheets detailing Suppliers and Software products. After eight solid hours
I had produced a beast of a spreadsheet that extended to over 2,500 lines …
… I pity the poor sods that need to review and update it.
The original plan was for me to stay overnight at Heathrow
for a further day of fun tomorrow when I was to observe rehearsals for a
presentation to the prospective client. However the client rescheduled the
presentation session to the following week and as a result my travel and hotel
plans needed a complete overhaul …
… The “plus” is that I was able to travel home this evening,
the “minus” is that I will be staying in some crummy Holiday Inn in darkest East London on Wednesday and Thursday nights.
By six o’clock I had emailed the spreadsheet to a selected
list of victims so I packed up my kit and headed back to the car. I wasn’t
looking forward to the drive home after this morning’s two and a half hour slog
along a congested M40. It was peak rush hour and I was expecting the worst. How
wrong was I? After a busy few miles on the M4 and M25 I joined the M40 and it
was virtually empty. Within ninety minutes I had driven one hundred miles and
was walking in through the door at The Pile where I was greeted with a G&T
and a list of messages …
… now which did I attend to first?
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