* post title from "The End", obvsly.
Just waking up on this, my last day at work. Mixed emotions, really.
The last year has been dreadful and I'm looking firward to just stopping for a bit - no regrets there.
But it's undeniably a scary biz.
I'm hoping for a low-key exit - but I've been picking up that my "a few drinks in the pub next door" edict has been.... not quite overruled, more expanded like a deluxe-edition CD reissue of an album that you haven't listened to in a while.
I hope there won't be any speeches. I certainly won't be making one, lest it becomes reminiscent of Father Ted's acceptance sppech for the Golden Cleric award.
Let's be honest, this is the leaving speech that everybody wants to make, right? Mixed in with Scarface. Just me?