I leave for London on Friday. What I haven’t mentioned yet is that the move comes with a promotion of sorts. I’ll now have a global role, and will be reporting into the London office. This is effective as of the 1st of March. Something my current fearless leader has not seen fit to share with the rest of the South African office yet. He’s been promising to for two weeks. My full time role will now be split amongst 3 or 4 different people. None of whom technically even know that I’m leaving the country in four days.
While I sit here. Twiddling my thumbs. Unable to wrap things up.
Fortunately, my relationships are such that I’ve generally been able to share this information with key people off the record and get moving on stuff that needs to happen.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t wish I could kick a certain arse with my most pointy toed shoes on.
Did I say that out loud?
Words fail this level of frustration.
La Dolce Vita 