Work

It’s been 40 days since my last contract finished. I have saving enough to last a few more months but I’m getting deeply worried.

The one where we I go from being renewed to looking for a new contract

A wild few days where I find myself forced to start looking for a new contract

A great day at work on Thursday and Friday, a road trip to the Brighton Tattoo Convention, and some inside for non-technical people who enjoy, or are forced to run Microsoft Windows.

Friday @ Work Expecting the usual post full of complaint about how shite work is? Not today! So, on Friday, my team lead was off sick. So, who does everyone rely on? That’ll be me. Who solved all their problems. Me again. Who did they complain about my team lead to? You guessed it! Me again! So, labour-wise, an excellent day! NubeGo / Stackzone I poked my consultancy on Friday, trying to prep them I guess for me not being renewed. I got back such a great response that I considered perhaps I’m seeing this all wrong: ...

Triggered The day started pleasantly enough. Getting the Service Now integration done was looking in reach. And finishing the WAF deployment was looking plausible too. Then, everything went tits up. Several days previously, I’d noted to the Security team that Service Now image I’d been building suddenly had a “High” issue found on its security scan. This was in the source Docker image from the internet, had no fix, and was only discovered a few days previously. In other words, it needed to be reviewed by the Security Team for risk, and if not too risky, whitelisted. ...

Last Friday was better at work for reasons I can’t put my fingers on. Made some good progress on various tasks.

I am apparently, what you might call, an agent of chaos.

Had the most lush smoothie for brunch. Frozen bananas, strawberries, blueberries, and kefir, apple juice, and a peach Actimel blended up. Delish. Met with team lead for our first weekly catchup. No issues. Just discussed my current task.

All in all, a better day. Up at 6am. Out of the house by 6:30. On the train at 6:45. In London by 7:30 and into a black cab. Noted like 10 sets of media outlets broadcasting outside of Buckingham Palace. Bloody vultures.