Two hoorays in fact. Or three, if you count it being Friday
First one: last time for a long time hanging around this miserable excuse of an airport.. Right now I have three loudspeakers shouting at me about a flight to Dusseldorf – and I’m in the quiet area… Took 20 minutes to get through security – about 100 people, but only one gate. And the beep went off when I went through the detector for some reason. And I can her the air conditioning running so why is it over 75 degrees in here.
Never mind, I’m using the car next two weekends then the contract is done and dusted anyway. Have a week off first, then go for the next gig. I’ve enjoyed this one and despite earlier comments they are a great place to be – but time to move on. And no more early morning flights on rattly planes surrounded by disinterested (and ultimately pointless) security.
Second one: a solid commitment to address IR35 in the Government’s recent combined manifesto. Even it they merely clean up the rules about when it applies it would be a huge step forward. Or bin it altogether, ideally. I own and operate a perfectly normal UK limited company, all I want is to be allowed to continue to do so without worrying about my status in the eyes of some HMRC hero.
Otherwise job hunting continues its usual rock-strewn path. Nobody on the other end of the phone – including my own agent, would you believe. Go for a job with the perfect match of skills and nothing. If you do get a positive response, one week later and still no feedback from the end client. Called two of my networking contacts: one’s only got permanent work (shudder) and the other is out of work. Still, early days: certainly the number of jobs is a lot higher than it has been.
So anyway, weekend coming up. OK, I have to spend all day Saturday in London at a PCG CC Meeting, and Sunday I have a bedroom to decorate. So probably not going to see much sunshine then. Or even dig out the barbie for some cremated steaks.
Dusselldorf shouter is back again. Will you go away, I’ve been to Dusseldorf I don’t want to go again. Roll on the summer, that’s what I say.
