What A Waste Of My Day

The annual conference for the mobile retailer that currently underpays me was today. I was up at 6am and had to get three trains to get there at a cost of 63 quid and it was horrific. It started at 10.15 and finished at 4.30 with an hour and half for lunch and another half hour break. Not what I call fun, especially as I have given my notice to step down from management and currently waiting to be replaced. At least I got a free mini world cup football or my troubles. Oh joy.