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Sun, 22 Jan 2006

[10:21] We return you to your regularly scheduled broadcast
Well, I think (hope) that I've just had the most stressful two weeks of my life. I had some pretty long, hard days back on the ole CCF project but that was truly nothing compared to the mental and emotional wringer I've just been through.

Banking experience is highly prized in the job market over here, mostly, I think, because it proves that the person in question has worked in an environment where teensy little mistakes can cost thousands of pounds a minute and survived. Unfortunately, I can't comment on why I've had such a godawful time of it because it would involve providing details of my current job and environment that I'm not keen on providing in this day and age of vindictive sacking of blogging types.

So, it's going to have to suffice to say that I think I'm out the other side of "it", credibility intact and technologically victorious :)

There's not a lot of news because I've been pulling 10-12 hour days every single day of January since my last post with the exception of Sunday the 8th. The news in brief is:

• I got a cool jumper knitted for me by Shona. It's her first completed big project. She warmed up on a couple of baby jumpers that she gave to someone at work. I've got a picture that I'll upload shortly. It fits perfectly - there was a slight head/neckhole issue but that's been resovled peacfully.
• I went to a funeral. This was one of the more bizarre events of the month. My grand-uncle Felix died on Sunday the 8th and as he was Jewish, the funeral was mere days later.
  I'd never met, or even heard of Felix but as the sole living relation in the country, I went along.
  After a hectic morning I nearly missed the train but I managed to make my way out to a nice little place called Rainham in time. I learned a lot about jewish death rites that day too. I was the only relative but the Jewish Refugees Association had arranged to gather an minyan. There was a brief ceremony, we rolled the coffin out, lowered it into the hole and then filled the hole in before returning to the hall where I said the kaddish (with a LOT of assistance from one of Felixs friends).

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