I guess it was only a matter of time… I may have thought I was taking a nice sedate office-based job in SAP support, where I go home every night. But no.
Somebody in the delivery team (traditional consulting as I used to do it, rather than support) took a look at my CV, saw international project experience, multiple languages and experiences with project roll-outs for multinationals and has put a request into my boss to have me lent out to do the Swedish/Danish project roll-out for a major chocolate manufacturer.
I’ll have more information next week, but I’m going to ensure that this is for a limited time-period and not a regular occurrence. Sure, I’d get good billable time bonus, but at the expense of my hard-won life.
So it’s my last day here at work. A day of looking somewhat busy, while avoiding as much stress as possible. I’ve brought in cakes and biscuits and I’ll probably eat most of them myself, as my colleagues seem to be too polite to eat them. Very strange.
So later on today will be my surprise leaving presentation where my boss (who thinks he has a great sense of humour but is very mistaken) will be a short speech and I’ll receive my card and my leaving gift. I pray for vouchers… I don’t trust that anyone in this company knows me well enough to buy me a gift I’d actually like and the only usual other alternative is “humourous” tat that will be amusing for about 30 seconds.
Dinner with Beth last night was okay, she has actually agreed that she never gave me the money that she was to give me for the bed and she’s going to give it to me! As well as a few other bits and pieces that she had neglected to mention that she had and I had assumed were lost in some move! Result!
The old, and new, crowd of Support. From left to right:
Brendon and Anwar (AKA The Younglings, the student support analysts that have been entrusted to my care), Nick (Team Leader, alien conspiracist and Holocaust denial), Jean-Sebastien (former French student analyst, now a distant memory) and Ian (don’t trust this smiling family man. Beneath lurks an animal cunning).