Ok, I get it. You don’t like goodbyes. I don’t think I know anyone who particularly enjoys them. You were – and are – well and truly finished here, you did your time, you ate the cake, you packed your coffee cup, you were ready to leave. There’s no real sensible reason to hang about […]
Apparently someone’s been counting something…
Friday was my 6th just-finished-my-aprenticeship leavers-party anniversary. I didn’t exactly celebrate, but I did get DB to take me to a friend’s ‘horse farm’ and load a trailer with 3-yr-old horsepoo. Somehow it seemed fitting. *** The headteacher usually gives the speech at the leavers ceremony on the last day of school. Usually. When my […]
Yesterday I cleared my workshop of almost every trace of my existence. I say ‘almost’, because I left my ex-colleague something to remember me by: This is a box of broken glass bigger and heavier than you can move around easily, and less substantial than it would need to be to pick up and pour […]
I moved into this flat almost exactly 3 years ago. In that time I have walked to and from my workshop/the train station something like a thousand times. A one-armed man lives on route and seems to spend a large portion of his life outside sweeping. It doesn’t seem to matter much what he sweeps; […]
..or a fire alarm, depending on personal preference. I celebrated my leaving party on Monday. I invited everyone who’s worked with me, and who I’ve worked for, since being here (4 and a bit years). I even invited my soon-to-be-ex colleague – it WAS kind of held in his honour after all – but he […]
– or not as the case may be. When I first handed my notice in, I thought there’d be a whole lot of trouble – my soon-to-be-ex Colleague is a grumpy git at the best of times – but he didn’t have anything to say when I said I was leaving and everyone else was […]
🙂 Yesterday I handed in my notice 🙂 🙂 I have to work ’til the end of the year but come January I’m a free woman 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂