Not So International Rescue

It's Friday at about half past midnight. I've just dropped off to sleep when Penny nudges me back awake.

"I can hear squeaking"...

(no subject)

The message was passed to me yesterday that the Exec Sponsor on my main project has been told I am leaving and thinks I have "done a decent job". This is a rather formidable lady, from whom such comment is probably the highest praise.