For those too young to understand the reference in the title, your life is poorer for not having embraced the poodle permed, leather trousered, white teethed Lothario that was the lead singer of Europe, Joey Tempest. The title of course refers to their finest hour, well three and a half minutes anyway.
The countdown reference is double barreled. You may have heard me mention that I am due to start a new job? I mentioned it once or twice. I can’t believe that I’ve been saying this since April of course, but next week will be my final week of purgatory, otherwise known as my notice period. This countdown has sort of distracted me from my more important countdown to my ever so special 40th birthday WDW trip. This countdown too is entering the final furlong, with around 40 days to go now.
Last week and the one to come have been a little unusual in that Emily has been with me on work experience. I do find it odd how things work out. When I started work at my current employer, Emily was four, not yet in proper school, and now some ten years later she is in GCSE phase, and how ironic that she is on work experience for my final two weeks.
The experience she has mostly gained in her first week is the mind numbing banality that is the working office. I think it was mid afternoon on her second day when she uttered the fateful phrase “How many hours to go?”. Well, if I calculate that you will start work at say 18, and retire anytime between 55 and 75, I’d say she has a lot of hours to go. Hopefully, it will help her to appreciate school a little more, and follow my one and only piece of advice about school, work and life in general.
That is to find something to do that you enjoy, because if you don’t, work becomes one long interruption to what you’d rather be doing.
Emily’s other contribution to this week has been to be the daughter with a broken heart. They tend to alternate on this one, having met some boy, agreed to go out, and then about seventeen minutes later, break up. This is a little disrespectful I suppose, as this week Emily is very, very upset over some little Oik, and I’m sure at fourteen the world seems to have ended. If only there was some way to inject what you know into them they may not be quite so upset, but I suppose everyone has to go through it. It is not an easy thing to watch though. I should ready myself for lots more to come I guess.
On to more pleasant matters, and I have (I think) decided upon the ticket options. It will, as predicted, be the Magic Your Way Base option for seven days, along with a two park Universal ticket which last for fourteen days, but we’ll only use two. I had more Disney days in the plan, but to keep the ticket spend down to a level that George Osbourne would approve of, I did a quick switcheroo with the plan.
I have tagged an extra day onto our Daytona Beach visit, and rather than do their and back in a day, we are going to do a stay over. This suits Louise a lot, as you may know that she is the first to tire of the Disney parks every year, and she is quite keen on a spot of sunbathing. After a quick trawl of the The Dibb, I had enough info to make some firm plans.
Accommodation wise, the criteria was clean and cost-effective (ie cheap), as we’ll be spending very few hours in it. A name that popped up a fair bit on The Dibb was the Sun Viking Lodge. A quick bit of a google found me a price of less than £50 for a three bedded room (this is key as the girls are not keen on sharing a bed). Having used Quidco, this cash back brought the price to nearer £40!!
The location looks superb, being beachfront, with a decent waterslide and pool, and if the rains come, and indoor pool too. It is also less than five minutes from the baseball park where we have tickets to watch a game on our second evening.
Again, from Dibb research I discovered that Daytona has a waterpark, and this being the activity I had culled from the plan, this seemed like a good option. Even better that upon looking at their web site, the admission for our date was $12 each!!
I am not expecting a Disney experience from our break at the beach. The hotel will not be Vero Beach, and the water park may not live up to Typhoon Lagoon, but it will be good to experience new things, and of course save a few hundred quid into the bargain.
Once I have the new job started, I imagine that I can concentrate more on the holiday, but for now it seems perhaps further away than it is.
So onwards we go into my final week at work for the old regime, and if you can imagine scenes similar to the closing ceremony of the World Cup, or even the last Olympics, these will be the scenes in an office in Bury on Friday. I expect several members of my team to be wailing, tearful wrecks as I try to leave the office with several of them attached to my legs begging me not to leave.
More importantly I will find it hard to leave the office, burdened as I shall be by the vast quantity and size of the leaving presents I shall have bestowed upon me.
Let me remove my tongue from my cheek, and just hope that I can slip away in a peaceful manner with minimal fuss, and then get on with the new job…but only for a few weeks, as I have a holiday booked. I did mention that didn’t I?
You may also have noticed that I have worked out how to embed video into these here posts…be warned!!
Till the next time….