For the last month I've been stuck on the same contract in Cambridge, and I've absolutely hated it. Apart from just hating Cambridge, and the fucking idiot cyclists that inhabit it* it was a 130 mile round trip every day, often slow work, in a building that was far too warm to not make you sleepy. My productivity was through the floor - for a few reasons - and my alarm was going off between 5 and 6 every day. It did not fill me with happiness every day.
Well, I finished it yesterday, and here I am, at 8:37, sitting on my bed having just got out of the shower. I have a job for the next couple of days about 3 miles away, and I don't need to be there until 9. It's contracts like the last month that make me realise just much I won't miss this job. It's contracts like today that make me realise just how much I will. It's a strange little life I lead.




*I ride a bike, and I fear cars. They're often driven by oblivious idiots and I'd imagine they fucking hurt when they hit you. The people of Cambridge seem to believe just because there are a few cycle lanes they own the streets, and all cars will magically stop for them, or move out of their way, and they also don't think all those funny lights and signs and markings on the road in any way apply to them. They are seriously, far, far worse, than London cyclists.