Talking to the animals

Black-tie work do in Southampton on Thursday. It wasn't great and I didn't enjoy myself nearly as much as at the Christmas party, but I overheard a few things that made me realise it is definitely time I moved on. It was nothing serious, quite complimentary in fact. Just a couple of off hand comments about expectations that I would use the job as a stepping stone onto something more prestigious when I started. I never had any intention to do that and if anything, the job has shown me over the last 3 years that I could and would never want to do a supposedly more high profile role in a technology company. I have a huge amount of affection for the place I work now, but as a whole the industry is just not me.

It's not like I have a great plan for what to do when I get back, but I have a strong feeling that part of the adventure will reveal itself in time.

Although the whole 'event' was meant to be a perk, I couldn't help seeing it as a waste of my personal time. However, Friday was designated a day off. What a treat! Senior execs obviously didn't fancy being forced back into their cars still half-cut from the night before on Friday morning.

Probably on my suggestions it has to be said, a small group of us decided to go to Marwell Zoo on the way home. I had a fab time. I'm no expert, but it seemed a really good place doing a lot for conservation. The giraffes were amazing - they were all inside feeding and were quite happy to come over and sniff us out. I even managed to stroke the youngest one on the nose and we shared a lovely blinky exchange. Perfect hangover cure.