Its been a strange week of visiting friends, preparing the house to move out, lots of lunches and evenings out. Current feeling is tired from all the late nights, full up from all the food and drink and happy i’m seeing all my friends. I couldn’t work in hospitality ….oh wait.
There’s a frantic feeling in the air as everyone prepares for Christmas and i prepare for my travels.
The most difficult part of the week seems to be sitting in my office for eight hours a day with not much to do when i have so much to do in my own time! Today ive completely cleared my desk. My successor is so fab at the job she really doesn’t need me any longer. Its like ive left already. Therefore i am using my time wisely and writing this blog, ssshh dont tell anyone.
Ive resorted to carrying a sheet of A4 paper round with me as an aide memiore as i really cant recall everything i need to do (this is more age related than situation related perhaps?)
I sit at my desk staring out of this so familiar window across the site, seeing staff come and go as ive done for years. I wonder who will stay in touch, how their lives will change over the next year.
Its funny how in the last week or so ive had such lovely messages, interesting how we only really feel the full effect of our impact on a workplace when we announce we are leaving. Its a warm fuzzy loveliness that makes my eyes leak a little.
Right, enough of that, over to practicalities.
Here are my current ‘issues’ or first world problems!
Im struggling with packing clothes, do i take jeans? I do love them but drying time, bulkiness etc?
Ive yet to try to fit everything in my backpack, thats a job for tomorrow.
Do i need to book a flight out of Capetown or will they allow me in without an exit strategy? Ive got a way to deal with this is need be. Apparently, just before you fly you can ‘hold’ a flight to another nearby destination for 24hrs, use the confirmation to show immigration and then let the held flight lapse. Truth is i don’t want to be thinking about my next trip until ive been in SA for a week or two.
It'll be what it'll be.
