Another 6 months, another update...
So much for my pledge not leave several months between updates. Now that I'm in a more IT focused job, maybe I'll get better at posting regularly.
Maybe... (cue flying pigs swooping up into the air to be met by graceful winged monkeys.)
Either way.... Updates, updates, updates...
First off, I had to move out of Leytonstone. Apparently I'm missed, although how much of this is politeness is hard to say. At first I went to Singapore, which is a whole passel of strangeness I may get back to at some point. Then I got a proper job! In London... So back to london at short notice, and moving into my brother's house, which was vastly awkward, not least because of my new sister-in-law, and their new baby. Three months of that and then...
I'm now living in Clapham, in a flat with Claire, a magazine picture editor, and her black labrador, Brave. Brave is a highly trained gun dog. I know he's highly trained, because Claire takes him out every morning, every evening, and most weekends to strange competions in far-off counties. There are also mysterious hirlings who come in the middle of the day to also take him out. There are also hunting prints on the walls - 28 of them at last count, and a general feel to the decor that suggests that the owner would far rather be in a drafty hunting lodge in the middle of Wiltshire. She's nice enough, but since neither of us really get in much before 11pm, I don't feel I really know her.
Standard Bank. It worked out well, they loved me, I did some good stuff for them. After 5 months I got headhunted to join a software company in Maidenhead, doing risk software for investment banks. I was little nervous giving up a City job to go to Maidenhead, but it still seems like the right thing to do.
So I'm no longer broke, am paying back debts at a rate, and generally life is looking good. Or least tenable, which is definite improvement.
Maybe... (cue flying pigs swooping up into the air to be met by graceful winged monkeys.)
Either way.... Updates, updates, updates...
First off, I had to move out of Leytonstone. Apparently I'm missed, although how much of this is politeness is hard to say. At first I went to Singapore, which is a whole passel of strangeness I may get back to at some point. Then I got a proper job! In London... So back to london at short notice, and moving into my brother's house, which was vastly awkward, not least because of my new sister-in-law, and their new baby. Three months of that and then...
I'm now living in Clapham, in a flat with Claire, a magazine picture editor, and her black labrador, Brave. Brave is a highly trained gun dog. I know he's highly trained, because Claire takes him out every morning, every evening, and most weekends to strange competions in far-off counties. There are also mysterious hirlings who come in the middle of the day to also take him out. There are also hunting prints on the walls - 28 of them at last count, and a general feel to the decor that suggests that the owner would far rather be in a drafty hunting lodge in the middle of Wiltshire. She's nice enough, but since neither of us really get in much before 11pm, I don't feel I really know her.
Standard Bank. It worked out well, they loved me, I did some good stuff for them. After 5 months I got headhunted to join a software company in Maidenhead, doing risk software for investment banks. I was little nervous giving up a City job to go to Maidenhead, but it still seems like the right thing to do.
So I'm no longer broke, am paying back debts at a rate, and generally life is looking good. Or least tenable, which is definite improvement.