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working for a well known london advertising agency owned by two brothers. i had a habit of turning up late, partly because my daily commute from the sticks took roughly an hour and a half, due to the traffic between my house, and the nearest train station.

anyway, they tollerated this, as i was fairly good at what i did, and was fairly cheap (25k, compared to the other developers at 40k)

i was looking to get out ASAP, mainly due to the project managers inability to, well, manage. plus a few other factors, such as recieving 2am phonecalls from afore-mentioned managers, telling me to be in at 8am (tae fuck!), but i figured id bear with the place, as it'd look good on my cv if i had a few months there.

at the end of october, id acrued a weeks holiday, which i decided to redeem to go visit my family in north wales.


on the thursday before my holida, the entire company was called in to watch a showreel for one of our biggest clients (a well known BRITISH AIRline), as we'd just lost their contract to a rival agency, and they wanted to boost moral by showing a "we've done this before, we can do it again" type thing.

i drove up on the monday, relieved to be heading in the opposite direction of all the traffic, and found myself getting more relaxed the further north i headed.

tuesday morning, sun shining, fresh mountain air, and i feel great. until 11am, when i get a phonecall from the agency that placed me at my job. i was being made 'redundant', by telephone, from 300 miles away, by someone who had been 'authorised' to do so.

arse.

plus side of all this was that i got 2 weeks garden leave, and didnt have to rush back to work for the following monday. in fact, no sooner was i back in essex, than i was heading off again, this time to see the (now ex) girlfriend, and spend a dirty long weekend in a B&B on the south coast.

mind you, since then, it's all gone to shit, but ho-hum, hopefully my birthday this weekend will help remove my glum
( lo, the Greebo Warrior - Est. 2002, Thu 23 Feb 2006, 21:24, Reply)