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Sunrise over Franklin Wharf. May 2010.

I had the great pleasure of resigning from my job yesterday (if you haven't done so, give it a try!) This means, of course, less photographs featuring the lovely waterfront area of Hobart, and a little more of the suburb of New Town, where I shall be making my appearance in a few weeks time. Until then, expect me to exhaust my Salamanca reserves!

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Magpie said…
Resigning your job? Now what shall you do to put food on the table?

Love this quote.
yamini said…
I resigned from mine in March this year and felt happy just walking down the stairs of that office for the last time.
What's great is that I don't even miss it.
smudgeon said…
New Town? I don't know what that is, but it sounds dangerously foreign.

I assume you're moving to a new job, so congratulations are in order.
Kris McCracken said…
Magpie, I'm not silly enough to quit one job without having one in the bag!
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, did you take the opportunity to deliver a few home truths?
Kris McCracken said…
Me, New Town is just up from North Hobart.

I'm not so sure that congratulations are in order, I am entering Weber's stahlhartes Gehäuse!

Yes, a bureaucrat!
smudgeon said…
St John's Park at New Town? You're not joining my lot (DHHS), are you?
Kris McCracken said…
Me, that would indeed be St Johns Park.

I might add that your lot approached me...
Nathalie said…
Best wishes in your new position - we look forward to a fresh set of views from your part of the world (and you can always return to the Salamanca markets on weekends, no?)
Kris McCracken said…
Nathalie, I will admit that I much prefer Salamanca on a cold winter's weekday morning than market day. Too much tat and too many people!
Dina said…
Mazal tov, Kris. Hope you will be a lot happier now without the old job.

Yes, those kids are handsome devils and getting more so all the time.
Carola said…
You mean, that your next job is in a company?
Carola said…
And I forgot: Kris, I wish you a happy time in the new job. Glad to read this. I hope it is a RELEASE.

It is a pleasure to quit a job you don't like! And I'm silly enough that I have done it without having a new job. O.k. for me it was the only chance to travel a long time.
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, I am certain that it will make me less frustrated.
Kris McCracken said…
Carola, the new job is for the GOVERNMENT, the biggest company of them all!

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