The Monday Before Last

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

My plans for the end of my time at Kāinga Ora have largely fallen apart.

In my head, I had plans of one last successful implementation, and then cruising through the last two weeks. Of lunches with the FOBs and of taking it easier than I have been for the last month.

But NOOOOOOOOOO...

There has been crisis after crisis this last week. None of which caused by me I might add. So I've been having to work late to keep up and (as you may remember) talk of mmmmmaybe one last extension.

Well, I hate to disappoint you, but I had a meeting today with Man Who Has Caused Most of Crises who also happens to be Man Who Is Supposed To Be Working On My Extension and he is talking like I'm totally leaving a week on Friday. 

"But you can still fit all this in, right Symon?"

Sssssssure. 

So I farted about with spreadsheets until 7pm this evening. I posted on our Teams chat about all the impressive things I have done and waited for the next load of cr*p to be dumped on my head tomorrow.

But I'm NOT sweating it. If it doesn't get done, it doesn't get done. So long as I go out in a blaze of glory, I don't care.

Also Olly is sick. So no lunches. 

BAH.

S.