Well, I woke up this morning as per usual.
I wrote that last email to my former colleagues in the BBC – the handover for the project. The document had been niggling me all weekend. How could I have ran out of time to write it on my last week?
So that’s sent. And I’ve just called the insurer to give them some details about a home emergency claim we’ve made. They’re going to call me back to confirm we’re covered (they just have, we are).
Now what?
This is the moment I knew would come. The moment of fundamental realisation that I don’t have a job to go to.
It feels odd. Slightly numbing.
I’ve got a few things I need to do today to keep myself occupied:
- Travel to the BBC to return the work laptop (they let me keep it over the weekend)
- Clean the house – I agreed with Sofia that I would. I get so busy with work I don’t get around to doing it and then she begrudgingly does it. My turn to make up for many occasions of neglect!
- Change the light switch the in the kitchen
Hmmm, not exactly the cutting edge of new media, technology and internet.
(Oh and as I write this someone from another apartment has just started playing a trumpet – never heard that before. Clearly they do it when we’re all “at work”. Except now my work is at home. Oh dear.)
However I do also have a few other things on my list:
- Update this blog. It needs a new template, I’ve decided. I also need to put in details of my consultancy etc. Also I will probably stop putting in personal entries like this – maybe create a personal blog elsewhere.
- Decide whether I can realistically launch my Bit Torrent search engine. It’s been running in stealth for almost a year but I couldn’t release it whilst working for the BBC. But could it equally be a mute point for clients and future potential employers? Probably. But then you’re only young once 🙂
Well, I’m not feeling any more inspired from writing this, but at least you know how I feel!