Back to work...for a week.

Ok, so I've fallen off of my plan to update this blog at least weekly. But I've got a pretty good excuse: I was busy watching the London Olympics while on paternity leave. So much so, that I think that our baby will consider "Fanfare for the Common Man" as more of a lullaby than an Olympic theme song. Our toddler was doing her best to recite "God Save the Queen" during the closing ceremonies, so I can only guess at how many times she must have heard the British national anthem during the Games.

Back at the office, I've handed the reins over to my replacement and have started my out-processing. It occurred to me during the finance briefing that there's a scene from Office Space that is very similar to how I'm feeling at this moment as I put in for 39 days of leave and transition to a new job:

Peter Gibbons: I sit in a cubicle and I update bank software for the 2000 switch.
Joanna: What's that?
Peter Gibbons: Well see, they wrote all this bank software, and, uh, to save space, they used two digits for the date instead of four. So, like, 98 instead of 1998? Uh, so I go through these thousands of lines of code and, uh... it doesn't really matter. I uh, I don't like my job, and, uh, I don't think I'm gonna go anymore.
Joanna: You're just not gonna go?
Peter Gibbons: Yeah.
Joanna: Won't you get fired?
Peter Gibbons: I don't know, but I really don't like it, and, uh, I'm not gonna go.
Joanna: So you're gonna quit?
Peter Gibbons: Nuh-uh. Not really. Uh... I'm just gonna stop going.

So it's not exactly my situation, but it's a great scene and it feels the same.