2.5 hours to go ...

... before I hand in my notice. I'm more nervous than the first time I met the boys from Sailor! How silly is that? I'm going to tell a little prat that I'm not taking his crap any more and that's all! Nothing to be afraid of ... is there? It's not like he's going to burst into tears and beg me to stay. Mind you, that would give me the opportunity to laugh in his smelly beardy face ...