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Wellington
is really quite lovely at this time of year, from just after Christmas
and through January. It's less crowded as it's still the holidays
and lots of people are away. It's midsummer and hot. Everything
is just a lot more relaxed and casual and nice. I went to work
this morning just needing a shirt on top, the sun warm even early
in the morning. The bus was uncrowded and fast, and walking through
town at lunchtime was nice and easy.
Of
course I've been awake since 4am this morning. I couldn't sleep,
and my stomach was churning. I was thinking about today and how
it would go.
I
handed in my notice today (well, officially tomorrow, but I told
them today). I felt really bad. I've enjoyed working there, I
like the people, I've learned a lot, they were looking to promote
me and give me more responsibility … I feel a little bit
like I've left them in the lurch.
But,
just before Christmas, myself and the guy I've worked on the last
couple of projects with were awarded a big website contract. It's
about three months solid work, and covers everything — designing
and structuring the site, building it, creating a database and
search facilities, it's certainly the biggest site we've done.
We'd been asked to put in a proposal for the site, and did so,
not really expecting to get anything, and to be honest half-hoping
we wouldn't. But something in the heavens must have been right
because we got the job. Their only concern was about our size
and did we have the resources to do the job. Well, hell no we
don't, but that wasn't going to stop us!
The
more that I think about it, and especially over the Christmas
break, the more this seems like a big opportunity, one too good
to pass up on. We're looking at forming a company together and
really putting our whole efforts into that. I think there's opportunity
for Debbie to be involved in a big way also. She's scared about
that, and a couple of nights ago woke up at midnight worried about
the whole thing. We had one of those middle of the night chats.
I think it helped.
(Deb
just read this last paragraph — “middle of the night
chats, that's SUCH a euphemism! you know you DON'T chat in the
middle of the night!”) Ok, so it wasn't a chat as such. It
was Debbie sighing and tossing and turning in bed until I woke
up, grumpy and grouchy and sleepy. It was me making the FATAL
mistake of asking what the matter was. (Why will I never learn
there are some things I don't need to know!) It was Debbie in
tears. It was me defensive. It was me storming out of bed at 1am
and, ahem, going to watch tv. It was me having no way to gracefully
return to bed, so having to wait until Deb got up again to go
to the toilet and sneaking back into bed and turning the light
off and pretending everything was fine. It wasn't. It was more
talking. It ended sometime around 3am. It actually did end well.
And it did help.
So,
soon back to my own devices again.
I think it will go well. I'm more confident now, it won't be just
me again, I know a lot more. I'm confident. Wish me luck!
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