  Well, it's looking like I have to go through with it now - work know that I'm quitting in the near future. I had a annual review meeting. 10 minutes in, and knowing a loooong discussion about the projects for the next year was coing up, I just stopped the bullshitting and told them. So, they are expecting my notice in about 2 weeks or so. The best thing - we are a high-tech company, and generally, with people like programmers and engineers who have access to projects and stuff, they don't want you to have the ability to twat about with the work if your leaving (especially if they have sacked you.
No good having a fucked off programmer playing with the source code). My boss made the comment of "tying up loose ends in the next couple of weeks", which may mean I may be on 'gardening leave' for my notice period. I so fucking hope so! Meanwhile, the company goes from "strength" to "strength". The Hemel Hempstead facility, i.e.
the bane of my working life, is to be shut, meaning about 25-30 people are jobless in two months, and they are now negotiating to get important staff to relocate up here. Good luck. This means my workload would have increased, trying to backward engineer the Hemel products so that we knew how they work. So, here we are. It looks like my first proper job is coming to an end after 3 years and 6 months. It seems wierd to think of all the changes that were going to happen which I knew were coming, but are now actually happening. *Marriage *Unclehood *Becoming a student *Relegation (BTW: Michael Ricketts? Could work) 
