Nomadic work ethics and useless business cases...
Still in Seattle, but not complaining. Well I am, but that's more about the conditions under which I'm in Seattle. I'm still in a bloody hotel. I have the room service menu down to a pathetic three items now: eggs with stuff, stuff with eggs, or burger. Oh but at least they serve Amstel light which is a very nice beer.
Anyway, the three ranks of management between me and the main board of directors have finally dropped their objections to me being rellocated. You'd expect knowing my grand plans to relocate to Washington state that at this point I'd be cart wheeling about the place and whooping like a lottery winning jerry springer guest (though I dont think in my life I will ever say "go girl" or use the word Party as a verb... or for that matter pronounce it par-tay), but I have another stage to get through. It costs about $30k to move me and get my US green card and everything sorted. So it has to go to the main board for approval, for spending, plus obviously it means I'll report into the US bit of my employer rather than the UK bit. At least I get a sensible corporate credit card and expense procedure out of the deal.. what I dont get is a fuel card and car allowance! It'll work itself out..
So I have this HUGE business case to write now for relocation and justification.. I've investigated all the financial aspects down to the last dot, so when the flag goes up that I can relocate, there's apartments to choose from, I know (between 2) which cars I want, what the lease term is and I know how much it will cost and how long it will take to box things up and move them here.. so, this is it. The final move thingy. Blimey. Nerves and everything playing havoc now, but fingers crossed this blog will become a tirade of complaints about immigration processes, international moves and costs of selling and moving things. I have a feeling that if I move I'm going to become very familiar with eBay!
Anyway, this Saturday is set to be very promising, I have a big charity ball to go to.. dead posh, on the observation deck of the Columbia building which is the tallest building downtown.. I've been to get my tuxedo sorted out, cost the earth to hire for just a couple of days, I'll attempt to look dashing.. but I think ultimately things will go pear shaped and I'll just look like some sort of derranged penguin.. still I've lost a lot of weight and things seem to be looking better on me! Also I actually have 'a date' for the evening, okay so it's a semi-work colleague (she works for a different company), who's basically taken pitty on me and was going anyway who's just agreed to hold my arm for a bit, but hey.. a date's a date!
This is the general look im hoping for.
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unfortunately due to the general luck I have, pessimism and likely a massive conspiracy of events during Saturday when I have to collect the suit, put it on, successfully make it to the pre-func, organise the limo, get from the pre-func to the actual func.. I will likely end up looking like this...
Anyway, the three ranks of management between me and the main board of directors have finally dropped their objections to me being rellocated. You'd expect knowing my grand plans to relocate to Washington state that at this point I'd be cart wheeling about the place and whooping like a lottery winning jerry springer guest (though I dont think in my life I will ever say "go girl" or use the word Party as a verb... or for that matter pronounce it par-tay), but I have another stage to get through. It costs about $30k to move me and get my US green card and everything sorted. So it has to go to the main board for approval, for spending, plus obviously it means I'll report into the US bit of my employer rather than the UK bit. At least I get a sensible corporate credit card and expense procedure out of the deal.. what I dont get is a fuel card and car allowance! It'll work itself out..
So I have this HUGE business case to write now for relocation and justification.. I've investigated all the financial aspects down to the last dot, so when the flag goes up that I can relocate, there's apartments to choose from, I know (between 2) which cars I want, what the lease term is and I know how much it will cost and how long it will take to box things up and move them here.. so, this is it. The final move thingy. Blimey. Nerves and everything playing havoc now, but fingers crossed this blog will become a tirade of complaints about immigration processes, international moves and costs of selling and moving things. I have a feeling that if I move I'm going to become very familiar with eBay!
Anyway, this Saturday is set to be very promising, I have a big charity ball to go to.. dead posh, on the observation deck of the Columbia building which is the tallest building downtown.. I've been to get my tuxedo sorted out, cost the earth to hire for just a couple of days, I'll attempt to look dashing.. but I think ultimately things will go pear shaped and I'll just look like some sort of derranged penguin.. still I've lost a lot of weight and things seem to be looking better on me! Also I actually have 'a date' for the evening, okay so it's a semi-work colleague (she works for a different company), who's basically taken pitty on me and was going anyway who's just agreed to hold my arm for a bit, but hey.. a date's a date!
This is the general look im hoping for.
.unfortunately due to the general luck I have, pessimism and likely a massive conspiracy of events during Saturday when I have to collect the suit, put it on, successfully make it to the pre-func, organise the limo, get from the pre-func to the actual func.. I will likely end up looking like this...
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