by Pat
on Sep 15th, 2011

11 Days: Moving In Day!

Today I move into my place in Brighton.

“But wait!” I hear you say, “Aren’t you working in Essex tomorrow?”

Yes I am.

“Didn’t you state previously that you’re moving to Brighton this Sunday?”

Sure did.

“Surely it makes literally no sense to head from Brentwood to Brighton and back just to sign some papers and pick keys up?”

You’d think so. But then, you’d probably also assume that this Estate Agent would be open at a weekend.

You’d be assuming wrong. It’s a Monday to Friday thing only, my friend.

Mind you, I suppose MOST people work on weekends only, and thus it’d be massively inconvenient for them to have to take time of worOH-NO-IT’S-THE-OTHER-WAY-ROUND-ISN’T-IT?

I’m not too annoyed, mind. For a start I get to leave work at 1:30pm, and secondly I get to stand in my flat tonight and say “GET IN! I HAVE A FLAT IN BRIGHTON!”. A preview, if you like.

Let’s just hope the Estate Agent doesn’t close at 1pm.

Toodles,

Pat

P.S. The whole “About to stop being an employee of my company forever” thing still hasn’t sunk in. I guess the whole “leaving” process tomorrow might do it…

by Pat
on Sep 14th, 2011

12 Days: Empty Desk

Today I decided – despite having a couple of days left at work – to tidy my things away ready for carting them off in a box/bag/USB stick on my final day.

It’s been an oddly nostalgic process: I’ve stumbled across:

  • Old workbooks featuring my notes from the first week of my current job role in 2008 (I… I have learned a lot since then, it appears)
  • PowerPoint-based posters I designed for the Christmas Party in 2009 (yep, PowerPoint. I can only assume they’ll be using that as the primary design tool on my course)
  • Photos of me and my workmates in 2007
  • Leaving invitations of work mates long since gone

…oh and a huge amount of stupid pictures, doodled over the years in MSPaint.

And now… it’s all gone.

My desk drawers are clear, the surface of my desk clear bar the usual computery equipment, and my home drive is empty *.

Even though this is the case, the fact that I’m leaving forever has not sunk in.

I wonder when it will?

Monday morning, probably.

Til tomorrow (a.k.a. the penultimate day of employment)!

Pat

* Bar a folder called “France”, which although empty is “In use by another program” and so I can’t remove it using Explorer. Even though it’s almost certainly “In use” by another Explorer thread. I love Explorer. It is definitely not a steaming heap of shit.

by Pat
on Sep 13th, 2011

15 – 13 Days: Final Day Ideas

Well, I’m now into my final week of work.

At the time of writing I have 4 days in the office remaining (including today, as, well, technically my work hours haven’t started yet as I’m in early).

I think it would be a terrible shame to leave the company without doing something at least vaguely amusing.

Alas, I’m having not much luck with ideas. So far all I can think of is:

  • Office chair racing
  • Hiding a drawing of Squage somewhere no one’ll find for years
  • Changing various team members’ ringtones to The Final Paycheck
  • Burning the building down (they took my stapler)

Any ideas? Preferably something that won’t burn all bridges to a crisp… :-)

Toodles,

Pat

by Pat
on Sep 10th, 2011

16 Days: Moving Sh*t

Today was a very long day.

I’m not moving to Brighton until next Sunday. However, the flat’s available for me to place my stuff in there right now.

Which, er, is lucky: because my stuff’s in there right now. Woohoo!

I figured it’d be easier doing it this weekend as, well, next weekend I’ll largely be hung over and even if I will be just about legal to drive, I’ll not be in any fit state to be lugging heavy boxes and furniture.

So, this morning I was finishing packing at 8, in a van by 9:30, and packing with James and Rob by 10:30.

Two hours of lugging, sweating, swearing, tea drinking (obviously) and 3D jigsaw puzzle completing, we had a fan full of my stuff (a.k.a. “Pat’s Shit” if you’re Jimbo).

And so we pelted down to Brighton (well, in as much as one can “pelt” in a heavily loaded Transit LWB van down 92 miles of road) and performed the whole thing in reverse.

After that we had a bit of a chin wag and returned back to Essex, dropping the guys and the van off and heading home. Via a cheeky evening McDonald’s, of course. Well, we were in a van at the time.

Total Duration: 8am – 10pm.

So the current status is:

  • My stuff is in Brighton – amazingly without any incident!
  • I’m about 1 stone lighter through sweat loss
  • Jimbo’s back’s screwed – sorry dude, must’ve been the (10th) box of pr0n mags…
  • I’m sleeping on the floor in Chelmsford this week – and I don’t actually care :-)

I believe the common phrase is “a mixed bag”. It’ll be “a goody bag” once Jimbo’s back gets sorted.

Ooh, that reminds me: I missed some key Business Speak the other day – but hopefully I’ll be able to synergistically leverage it into this blog post.

Nah, ran out of time. Damn.

Pat

by Pat
on Sep 9th, 2011

17 Days: Squeezing It In

No, Carter. No. Stop it. No. Move away from the “Add a Comment” box. There we g-no! I see you! Come on. Back away… ok, that’s better.

Honestly.

Very soon I’m going to be a poor student, which means that there are a number of more, uh, extravagant things that I’m not going to be able to justify.

So, to make up for that, I’ve been squeezing those things in to the last couple of weeks. What things? These things:

  • A delivery pizza a week. At least.
  • Trips to London on a whim
  • Meals out
  • Trips from Essex to Brighton “just to scout things out a bit”
  • Buying cups of coffee rather than making it myself
  • Buying CDs I don’t really need because “It’d be nice to have that in my collection”
  • Saying “Ach, meh, don’t worry about the last train home, we’ll find a hotel – let’s get another round in”!

It’s been a pretty awesome week or two as a result. Perhaps less so the day after the decision in the final bullet point.

That said, I’ve a suspicion that when I’m in Brighton I might experience beers, pizzas and pig-out meals crawling along the ceiling at me. Lucky I’m gonna be focusing on training for a marathon, I suppose.

Well, I say “lucky”…

Pat

by Pat
on Sep 8th, 2011

18 Days: Leaving Corporate Life

And so it is nearly upon me. The day where I hand my office pass in to my boss, clear down my desk and head out of the building for the final time.

At times like this it’s hard not to think about the things I’ll miss about my current corporate life. Harder still to avoid pondering those things I won’t miss.

“Why don’t you write a blog entry talking about some of those things now, Pat?”

GREAT IDEA! Let’s go:

Key Things I’ll Miss

This is pretty obvious: the people and the pay. Ok, so this section appears ludicrously small in comparison to the one below, but that’s because it’s much more fun to write rants :-)

Key Things I’ll Not Miss

IT Systems

From computers I’d struggle to get Doom running on even with a special boot disk, though “rich” web-based systems that require $3 million worth of hardware and software to poorly emulate the old robust thick client systems / the perfectly functional old web pages that could keep themselves within 2MB a page, to centrally-enforced software rollouts that turn your PC into a tin box with flashing lights on it (“What do you mean you guys install software on your development PCs?”).

Corporate IT Systems, from what I gather, suffer from the following two issues:

  • The slow and complex nature of changing, testing and approving new systems across a huge organisation
  • A new solution often being a result of golf matches with suppliers rather than what’s measurably best. (This is of course a joke and in no way is Pat trying to suggest that A new solution often being a result of golf matches with suppliers rather than what’s measurably best – Squage). Er, that’s literally just what I wrot-(SHUT UP – Squage). Ahem. Yes, there is no second bullet point.

Bureaucracy

Want to copy a file over here? Sure! You just need to:

  • Raise this EU Change Request form
  • Raise this separate USA Change Request form (5 days’ notice at least)
  • Get the appropriate approvals from all appropriate parties (and some inappropriate ones)
  • Load the file into the “here’s the only place you’re allowed to have stuff copied from” area
  • Raise the paperwork to have it copied to the staging area (make sure you perform the appropriate file labelling and promotion first)
  • Raise the paperwork to have it moved to production (up to 5 days’ notice)
  • Make sure you’ve got the appropriate Service Centre Supervisor confirmation as we’re not in the 1 month that doesn’t involve some kind of “Freeze Period”
  • Make sure your previously approved system architecture document won’t be affected so you might want to involve the IT Policy Specialist to review your change.

I LOVE BUREAUCRACY.

Business Speak

I agree that in order to sing holistically from the same hymn sheet, we often need a heads together in order to ensure the important items are on our radars from the get go.

Perhaps using metaphors can incentivise a quick win when trying to action an idea shower into deliverables in the office going forward.

But heads up folks, I want to touch base with you on this: it only takes a bit of blue sky thinking in this space to realise using these low hanging fruit can damage your ability to articulate clearly.

I just don’t have the bandwidth to cope with it all cascading down to me, I can’t even be bothered to drill down into what wrong-sides me about it most.

If I could just get my ducks in a r(OK, STOP THIS NOW – Squage)

Ok, sorry. I must mention this though: my favourite BS phrase still has to be this, which was uttered only once to my knowledge by a former manager:

“We need to take the chastity belt off this project”

To this day, I still shudder to think of the manager strapping the project down and giving it a good seeing to. Think that dream in Office Space. “Yeeeeeeahhh… I’m gonna need you to go ahead and be delivered by Q4… don’t move… yeah that’s it… keep that deadline right… there…”

I’ll leave that image with you. Hope it pushed the envelope.

BYE!

Pat

by Pat
on Sep 7th, 2011

19 Days: The Final Departmental Meeting

You might remember that in the previous departmental meeting I was at, I was making copious “notes”. Today, because it was my final ever departmental meeting, I decided to mark this occasion by making even more of them.

Well, maybe only two notes. With one spoken by the other.

Both of them musical.

OhAndALoadOfOtherDrawings:

Meeting Doodles

What, then, did not happen was me drawing up the weird monster guy using my work PC over lunch. No. If that had’ve happened, mind you, it might’ve looked a little something like this:

Monster
FACT: “Paint.net + A Mouse” < "Adobe Illustrator + A Wacom Tablet Pen" Toodles, Pat

by Pat
on Sep 6th, 2011

20 Days: Brighton Vs Chelmsford

So, I’m moving to Brighton on Sunday the 18th. I was down there this weekend and had a chance to properly wander around the place. It… it’s a little bit more interesting than Chelmsford in Essex (WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT? – Squage).

Whereas Chelmsford has the usual run of soulless chain shops and restaurants and a couple of shopping arcades, Brighton offers not only these amazing features but also a huge array of quirky locally owned shops, sweet shops, veggie restaurants, outdoor stalls.

(Ok, that’s not a surprise – Squage)

Chelmsford graffiti consist of hastily-scrawled spray paint featuring the call-sign of a local “yoof kru”, Brighton’s equivalent is two-storey tall complex works of art depicting manga characters, Star Wars scenes, life-like paintings of Aung San Suu Kyi and loads more.

(Cool, but not a surprise – Squage)

Ok, Brighton’s bars are a fair bit more expensive than Chelmsford’s, plus it’s full of stag and hen parties. But the former’s fine given I’ve a student union to go to and the latter’s fine as it rather adds to the fun atmosphere of the place (although I’ve not been wandering around at 2am on a Saturday yet). There’s a really cool feel to the place, just an underlying feeling that people like living there.

(Hang on, hang on, stop a second. So what you’re really saying is “Brighton’s a city, and it’s bohemian, and it’s a party town, and you like it”? – Squage)

Yes.

(I think everyone knew that. What are you bothering mentioning it? – Squage)

BECAUSE I WANT TO EXPRESS HOW FRICKIN’ AWESOME IT IS THAT I’LL BE LIVING THERE.

(So, basically, you want to rub it in people’s faces? – Squage)

Of course not. :-)

(You’re happy to make people think you’re a gloating tool? – Squage)

That don’t! :-)

(You are literally too stupid to insult – Squage)

Stop quoting from The Hangover.

(Would you please put some pants on? I feel weird having to ask you twice – Squage)

Ok, that’s enough.

BYE!

Pat

by Pat
on Sep 5th, 2011

23 – 21 Days: Milestones and Moaning

  • Saturday marked the “1 week til I dump some of my furniture in Brighton” milestone.
  • Yesterday marked the “2 weeks til I move to Brighton” milestone.
  • Today (the 5th of September) marks the “10 days to go working for My Beloved Employer ™” milestone, along with the “I’ve added a ‘My final working day is’ line to my company signature” moment.
  • Tomorrow marks the “4 weeks til my phone line gets plugged in” milestone. Yes. 4 weeks.

Now, I know September is a busy time around a student town, I accept that.

But really?

Are there really so many long-empty houses and so few BT engineers that the earliest date a bod could turn up and spend 30 minutes kroning a couple of wires is the 27th of September?

Good grief.

Fortunately the broadband is available as soon as the physical connection’s madeOh-WAIT-A-MINUTE-No-I-Have-To-Wait-Another-5-To-7-Business-Days-For-A-Button-To-Be-Clicked-On-A-Screen.

(It’s good to see Pat’s illness on Friday hasn’t removed his ability to get ignorantly wound up about unimportant things – Squage)

DON’T INTERRUPT MY POINTLESS MOANY BLOG UPDATE, DAMNIT!

(It’s almost too easy, this… – Squage)

Frackin’ rackin’ brackin’,

Pat

by Pat
on Sep 2nd, 2011

24 Days: Maybe it was the Box Dust?

Whatever it was, it’s caused Pat to leave work early and spend the day coughing, sneezing and generally looking red faced and sorry for himself.

Yes, it’s Squage here, subbing for an ill Pat.

Clearly doing any work outside 9-5pm is too much for him, and packing counts as work.

Mind you, one could argue work inside 9-5pm is too much for him too.

No?

Nothing, Scullion?

Aww, you being ill rules. You have no energy to write your usual moany cutting remarks! *cracks knuckles* Here we go…

Pat’s a moron, Pat’s a moron, Pat’s a mor-OOOWWW!(I can clip your head even if I don’t have the energy to interject, Squage – Pat)

Well now that’s two of us feeling sorry for themselves.

Til tomorrow, hopefully…

Squage

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