Today brings something of a new experience – moving from one post to another within more-or-less the same organisation. In about half an hour or so I will be packing up such stuff as I have here in the office in Canary Wharf, and travelling to the office in Bishopsgate, where I will be spending at least the rest of this week and, assuming a contract actually shows up, the next few months.

The commute is roughly the same, and in fact may take slightly less time, as instead of finding a train which stops at Stratford, or changing for one which does, then getting off at Stratford and getting the Jubilee line to Canary Wharf, I will simply get on the train, wait until it reaches Liverpool Street, then get off and walk to the office.

I know this must be terribly fascinating for you all.

Still, new post, new horizons, new things to do, blah blah. The thing I'm most looking forward to is paying off the last credit card.

Fair play to Blizzard on this: they said that WoW would go live today, and sure enough, on the stroke of midnight, the signup server was up.

Of course, it was down again fifteen minutes later when I actually tried to sign up, but the thought was there.

I really hope they've learned from the US experience on the server load problem. I guess the next few weeks will tell…

After yet another thrilling episode of “Whoops! Where are your files?” I find myself rather glad that I'll be out of here at the end of the month.

ETA: Of course, within twenty seconds of posting this, the agency calls with another position at the same company. And I tell them to put me forward for it. Ho hum.

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, a phone is ringing. The shop assistant answers it.

Assistant: Hello?
Caller: Hi, yeah, this is Anakin Skywalker here, I was wondering if you could help me out with something.
Assistant: Sure. What do you need?
Skywalker: Well, it's like this, OK? I've basically decided to turn to the Dark Side of the Force, right? And believe me, Obi-Wan was none too happy about that, I can tell you. He kicked my ass so hard I had to have it replaced. I have a prosthetic ass. Have you any idea how much that sucks?
Assistant: No, sir, I don't.
Skywalker: I didn't think so. Anyway, I had to have a load of prosthetic work done, as well as the ass, and as I was going with the whole Dark Lord of the Sith thing anyway, I decided to combine my respirator with a cool mask, you know? Make me look really scary. And it does. The only problem there is when I speak. I sound like a whiny teenager, did you know that?
Assistant: That was coming across, sir, yes.
Skywalker: Right. Right. So I'm supposedly this big bad dude, but I sound like a whiny teenager. And the mask doesn't help, because all that does is make me sound like a whiny teenager with a large saucepan on his head. So, long story short, I was wondering if you had anything in the voice modulation area that might make me sound a bit cooler.
Assistant: James Earl Jones?
Skywalker: Kick ass!

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