If you didn't already hear, I've resolved my job crisis by taking up an opportunity to move to my firm's London office. Having got my exam result (see previous post) I was free to apply to other places, which I did. I went up for an interview a couple of weeks back, was asked to wait afterwards, and offered the position there and then! It comes with a promotion and a salary rise too, so it's all good!
Our office down here closed today, amid a wash of emotion, alcohol and what seemed like hours of hugging everyone in sight. It's odd - I always expected to leave there at some point, but I never expected everyone else to be leaving too! I'll miss the place, the people and even some of the clients. What we had was awesome for a time - probably the only office of 35 staff anywhere in the world to have 2 clients with turnover in excess of £1billion ($1.7bn) - yes I did say billion. We had a friendly, almost family atmosphere, laid back enough to allow Friday afternoon trips to the pub, but professional enough to ensure that our clients received the service they expect from one of the world's largest accounting firms.
All this means, however, that this is probably the last post I'll write from my home in Somerset [see previous post, Somerset, for more on my moving dilemma]. I'm moving this Sunday and starting Monday, which is all very soon now I come to think about it. In the meantime I feel like a stateless person - my old office is closed, and my new job doesn't start until Monday, yet I don't have leave and I've got work to finish off. Looks like I'll be taking the train to Bristol for the rest of the week, and can't say I look forward to that much.
So London on Sunday, and before that a whole lot of packing and saying goodbye to people to get through. I really don't like goodbyes!!
