I wake up. Far too early Off we go again. Up at 4:30, Taxi at 5:30, check in 6:00. Fly 6:50 (ish). I love Amsterdam airport, but air traffic control just mess it up. We only leave 15 minutes late The day starts well. I get on the plane, slide into my seat. The Ash Tray is not pushed in fully, rip. A bloody big hole in my suit trousers. Dam and blast. Only 10 working days until we convert. Pressure is mounting so what is going to burst. Arrive at work with no further adventures and mishaps. Fires to put out. Egos and politics! Vow to have no more time off as things go to pot! (A vow I will break)! Well I believe I have sorted things out between the parties. Tomorrow will tell! One fire has blown the schedule for the last two weeks out of the water. Finance along with a consulting company, have "corrected" some customer aged debt buckets. This correction has meant that we now have aged credits. What? This is something the target system cannot cope with. And I understand why! What with my trousers having a hole in them I knew it was not going to be a good day! I must listen to my instinct
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Original Publish Date Week 13 - Monday 21/02/00
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