As the time draws near for my finishing at the PCT, it seems to be just as far away as it’s ever been.

At the time of writing I have five more working days. It still feels unreal and that I’ll be there for ever. The office is the same, the annoying gits I share the office with are still there, and the anti-social idiots who park in the disabled parking bays are the same (so much for the ‘caring’ NHS attitude).

I also have the ‘problem’ of no work to do! My line manager is fully aware I have nothing to do. How? Because the last thing she asked me to do was last week and took about 3 hours. Since then, I’ve advised her of my not-very-busy-ness to not avail. So, I’ve been keeping myself amused with Freecell, reading websites, listening to podcasts and reading novels. It really is a farce. I could better spend the time at home naval gazing.

At least the act of going to work keeps me off the streets and out of trouble.