One Line A Day

12pm: Return from a meeting to current job to discover contract for exciting new job (starting next week when current contract finishes) has been left on my desk for me to sign. Hurrah!

1pm: Am told that new job contract is being rescinded, due to current incumbent suddenly deciding not taking the planned leave of absence.

This, I feel, is the only appropriate reaction:

In essence, come Friday, I am unemployed. 

Fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck indeed.

Bollocks.