It's my last day working at the place I am currently working. HOORAY!

I was hoping to spend the day sitting quietly reading the paper and occasionally answering questions from my replacement on how to do things. Unfortunately my replacement decided the job wasn't for him after all, and decided not to turn up this morning citing the reasons:

a/ It wasn't the atmosphere he was after. - I presume he wanted a higher concentration of oxygen in his workspace, which is fair if you feel you aren't getting enough, but if that is the case why work in a bank and not, for example, on a building site or something similarly outside. He's living in London and he wants fresh air? Work in France.
b/ Someone yelled at him. - I know he's talking out his bum on this because I spent the whole day sitting next to him explaining everything to him. Unless he thinks I yelled at him, in which case he's a deluded individual, as if I was yelling at him, I would've attempted to blow out ear drums, and someone else in the office would have presumably heard me.
c/ I forgot the third reason he said, but I might just say he's a whinging little person who irritated me.

The net result being, I have to do work on my last day, and instead of going to the pub at lunch and having as many pints as I can in the time it takes me to start feeling guilty about not being back at work doing things, I'm at work eating a sandwich and wasting my opportunity to wreak havoc (I can't spell).

Anyway, in brighter news, my inability to remember the address of my blog has been overcome, because I can remember my brother in law's blog address: cow.mooh.org from this I can link to my sister's blog - Diary of a PhD Widow, who has put a post up with links to both of my blogs while explaining how insane I am. Thanks B1! So now I can always find my blog!! Huzzah!