Rough luck on the Met, but I gave them as much notice as I could and they've had more than their money's worth out of me, frankly. I cannot wait to shake the dust of Barking off me DMs tomorrow afternoon.
The pay is a step up, the location on Borough High Street a mere hop and skip from home, and there's a chance the post will become permanent. What's important, though, is that I will actually be interested in what I'm doing, it will be CV-worthy and it will use a reasonable percentage of my brain.
Of course in a matter of days I'll be whinging about having to work hard or an overly strict Internet Use Policy. And when that happens, do me a favour: boot me in the botty and remind me how sodding miserable I've been for the past year, 'kay?