Leaving

Just recovering from the night before. I left my job after 7 years
and it feels strange not to part of the furniture there. I had a
leaving do at a pub in Kilburn, having sneaked off at 4.30 to avoid the
stress of a leaving ceremony.

I spent the nights being bought drinks, talking nonsense and telling
everyone how much I had enjoyed working woth them. I almost convinced
myself that it was a great place to work, when in reality I had been
miserable there for the last 2 months and I am looking forward to the
new job which starts on Monday. I did get a nice collection though, I
took the cash option, and ?150.00 was tucked into my wallet, so maybe
people did like me there!!

Mrs t is off at her parents so I've spent the day at home on my own.
Read the papers, was going to go to Camden but then couldn't be arsed
getting a bus. I am car-less at the moment, I gave my 18 year old
Fiesta away last week. The "lucky" recipient was Faris, the 18 year old
son of Paula, who I worked with until Friday. He was really excited
about his first car, he is just about the start university and wanted
an old banger to get him there. I didn't disappoint him there. I do
miss the car, it was my first car, given to me by my sister 4 years
ago. I didn't pass my test until I was 32 and was shocked and amazed to
finally get my licence at the 6th attempt. I always felt there was
something missing, a rite-of-passage I hadn't been through.

Now I have to go through the trauma of buying a new car......