It's not often I get too fussed about anything at work.
Don't get me wrong, I take everything very seriously (well, quite seriously...) and do care deeply (quite deeply...) about what I do.
However, I am not one to take my troubles from the workplace home with me, generally.
Today is a bit different.
As I sit at home writing this I'm feeling something that I'm definitely not used to, especially for something emanating from work; a tinge of sadness.
Today was the last day of probably my favourite work colleague and the only one I would really consider a friend outside of work, and I can't help but think that things won't be quite the same without her.
More than anything, I worry who is going to provide the bright sparks in the long winter days of dealing with moronic enquiries from other colleagues, and even worse, the general public.
It is a truly worrying thought.
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