Z - Friday's come around again

12 more commutes to go. Merely a dozen. I hope I can cash in my
annual travelcard for the unused months. They told me when I bought it
I could, but I'm sure it'll be a bureaucratic nightmare. No more
viewings on the flat. The waiting game continues.

Rug is home. Hurray! I will get to see him tomorrow when he comes to
pick up me, the table and my stuff.

We got voice mail at work yesterday. So far it is weird. You don't know
whether it's a real person or a message when you answer the phone. I
could in fact spend some time talking to a message thinking it is a
real person! Still, it's good to learn a new system just before I go.
They may have it where I go next, wherever that may be. I hope it is
somewhere where I'll be happy and have friends. Part of me never ever
wants to work in an office again. It's just so tedious.

Swimbling tonight and fish and chips. Hopefully D won't be too odd. I
worry about him.