Apparently, purely hoping the person I have to train this week would not arrive is not sufficient to actually stop him. Oh, well.
My home PC is back up and running now: I managed to install fresh, copy proper versions of the files that were screwed to a secondary location and then re-image from my Ghost backup, copy the files back over and have everything perfect again! Egad!
Running Spam Total: 10,342
Today marks the half-way point of my remaining work time 'in the office': my boss is very cool, as already noted, and will allow me to finish my notice period at a distance. To mark the occasion, my home PC has decided to blow a cog and refuse to do anything useful - well, except play games!
It looks like I'll have to reinstall everything (again), which is annoying - even the Ghost image I have lying around is no use. The only good news is that the work laptop is as reliable as ever, so I can carry on writing and stuff. Feh.
Running Spam Total: 9932
It's turned nasty cold again this week. Brrrrr. There I was starting to think that maybe I could turn the heating down, wear a normal amount of clothing and maybe even open a window every now and again when the skies clear and the temperature drops to one degree.
"One degree isn't cold!" I hear you cry.
"Yes it bloody well is," I reply. "Especially when there's an evil wind blowing with the sole purpose of freezing my ear lobes to a point where they will shatter if I turn my head too quickly."
Psycho's still ill, too, which doesn't help. She has sinusitis. That means pounding headaches, no energy, lots of antibiotics and moments of bad temper. Still, at least we know what she has, even if it did mean me stomping around Paris for an hour and a half on Monday evening, trying to find an open pharmacy. I love walking, but more than a dozen kilometres is a long way.
I want to be at home, in the warm, with the cat on my lap and Rome: Total War on the PC.
Running Spam Total: 9651
In my last post, I was being vague. I was being deliberately evasive, elusive, cagey, equivocal, ambiguous, obscure and not at all clear. I admit it.¹
There's lots of news to tell. It's just not very interesting news, so I thought I should make like a Scotsman's wallet and zip my lip. Then again, there isn't a great deal of content here that is interesting, so I suppose it wouldn't be out of place to cure your collective insomnia by posting all the gory ins and outs of my movements.²
To begin with, Psycho and I are back together. Before you scream or have a heart attack, Ms Jafer, I should point out that this was my choice and not hers. I suddenly realised that all my jabbering on about not wanting to hurt her, not being interested and similar guff was actually just me being scared out of my wits at the thought of getting psychologically massacred (again). Since I have spent the last seven years hanging out almost every evening at her place, there has to be something there. Yes, she's annoying. Yes, she's adolescent sometimes. Yes, she's a right royal pain in the proverbial body part at times. But... so am I.³
So at the moment, I'm living in two apartments, spending time with Pie to make sure he's alright, but staying mostly at Psycho's (my old place). I still work from home for a couple of days each week, which gives the cat time to sleep on my knees, plenty of company to make up for the shorter visits on other days and so on. This is, however, very tiring, especially when twinned with the copious amount of horizontal jogging to which my body is not accustomed.
The plans for the move to the UK continue: my boss here at work is totally cool and is making things much easier for me than I could have hoped. She's helping out with whatever she can and not shouting at me if I'm a bit distracted or a bit late to arrive. Best boss in the world - always has been.
It looks like we'll end up in the Bournemouth area on the south coast. The town is similar to my home town, so I know it'll have decent shopping, clubbing, pubbing and so on. It's big enough to have decent hospitals for Psycho to work in and is close enough to Southampton, Poole, Portsmouth and Winchester to find work there if we have trouble at our landing point. I can find work almost anywhere these days, since it's all computer-based, so I'm not too worried. The area's also gorgeous - near the New Forest, Lulworth Cove, Durdle Door, Salisbury Plain and so on - and Bournemouth has seven miles of beach. Sounds good all-round, although I hear Southampton sucks.
My only concerns for the moment are finding a place to live and paying for the move. After that, everything should run as smooth as silk (I hope) and we'll settle in. I should also be able to spend a bit of time at home with Psycho once we're over there, unless money is extremely tight, to ensure she feels at home and practises her English.
I visit the doctor tonight, too, to see why I'm still coughing and hacking when my bronchitis should be cured. I'm really hoping it's not chronic, as that would mean I have to give up the death-sticks. That'd be a bummer.
So there you have it: lots of thrilling news. You can stop yawning now. Hello? Wakey wakey!
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¹ And no, Scary Ross: I do not deserve a spanking.
² And no, Scary Ross: not those movements.
³ And no, Scary Ross: you are not allowed to agree with that last statement.
I've been away again, for a bit too long. I thought I had another (yes, another) cold coming on as I had sinus pain, sniffles, coughing and so on. This time round it hurt enough that I bothered to see a doctor and thus found out that I have bronchitis. I guess that would explain why I've been so susceptible to colds over the last months, as I've probably been dragging it around with me for ages.
The doc gave me some seriously strong antibiotics that, considering I've only ever taken those once before in my life, utterly wiped me out but have been effective. The last one gets gulped this evening and I should be fine after.
Not much other news to report, I'm afraid.
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