*grumble, grumble*

When I consider the path my career has taken over the last ten years, I am reminded of the words of the prophetess...



Tips for future reference - from self, to self.

1. Don't overdo it. There's no point.
2. Don't neglect yourself for an employer - they'll learn to think they're entitled.
3. Employers will never appreciate extra effort because they don't know how and can't be taught.
4. Keep your training current, certifications up-to-date and skills sharp.
5. Employment agencies are filled with absolutely the worst people in existence. Your career means nothing to them.
6. Be cynical. You have a much greater chance of accurately predicting the future.
7. Remember to always investigate your alternatives... even if they take you to other countries.
8. Don't be afraid to spend money on things bigger than technology, music or movies.

In other news, I'm secretly looking forward to being back in Australia. London... it's just not ready for me yet...

Knotting Hill

Damned British romantic films! They have a terrible habit of making an emotional liability of my singledom.

Corners down

It's a terrible thing when the focus of your entire working life... suddenly amounts to very, very little.

Ah, heck.

Maybe I'm just... not good enough.

Avis

For those not yet in the know, let me clear something up: I've recently moved from Sydney to London. So far, three days into it, I'm rather enjoying.

I'm a bit lost for words at the moment - can you believe it? - but I shall update accordingly over the new few weeks. In the meantime, here are some positively medicore photographs I've taken so far (clicky for larger):

It has the same linguistic root as the name "Peter"

Yesterday, someone asked me how I felt about my impending trip permanent geographical relocation.

"Absolutely fucking petrified", I said.

"What? Why?"

"Well... what if I... you know, fuck it up?"

"Beeza... what's to fuck up?"



Good point.
Roll on Thursday.

Boomerang

My passport came back today. Finally. *whew*

Fluffy and frothy, like a cappucino croissant...

So I shall try to keep this a little lighter than previous efforts. I make no guarantees, however...

...in other news, we are ten days from departure. Still numb with fear, but hey, that's normal for me.

Recursion

So glad you could join us.
Pull up a couch. Make yourself comfortable.
Care for a beverage of some description?