In the last month I have been doing all manner of things associated with going contracting. The most time consuming task seems to have been thinking up a name for my new Limited Company. It's like trying to think of a good pub quiz team name, that also sound professional. No
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Hopefully all those tasks are now in hand, and tomorrow is my last day at work. Despite saying I'm going to leave for several years, tomorrow is tinged with sadness and a little regret. At the end of the day it's a well paid job, close to home, flexible hours, and some (albeit the minority) of my workmates are all round good guys. Fuck, what am I doing! No, sorry, I forgot about the money. Not being greedy, but the debts of a 30 year old with two kids, paying for a mortgage, two cars, all the bills and a wife that works part time have all taken their toll over the last few years. I somehow got into the situation where what was coming in didn't cover what was going out. When I then considered that I'd been shafted with payrises and people of similar grades and skills are on a lot more within the company. As my mate Dave would say... QED.
Today, to cater for those who couldn't (be bothered) to come to my leaving drinks tomorrow, we went to the local Indian for lunch. You may think that an Indian for lunch is a weird idea, and it was strange, but it isn't as weird as the Indian we went to. Now our office is slap bang in the middle of a business park. A big one. There is no housing near us, no shops, and certainly no through roads. Yet next to our office, with no passing trade, and hidden from view, is an Indian restaurant. Surely, as we have speculated since moving to this office 6 months ago, a money laundering operation! On our arrival, the empty restaurant came to life. They dusted off the obligatory Indian music CD, found some menus and went into waiter mode. We were, as expected, the only diners over lunch. The food was good, although slightly luke warm, and it took a while to arrive. Almost as though they had to dial out for it. Hmmmm.......