So Long, Farewell

Dear O'H dear and Lovely Tea Jenny,

Today was my last day working with Dodzilla. There was the usual presentation of a leaving gift and a farewell speech by a manager.

I find this kind of thing excruciating. It’s my idea of hell so even though it’s not about me, I feel mortified for the person who is the centre of the attention. The introvert in me needs to go for a lie down in a darkened room. My name was briefly mentioned in the speech and my face went so red that the office probably looked like a brothel from outside.

The first time I was about to go on maternity leave, I became aware of people congregating at my desk and a senior manager coming towards me with a present and card. My socially inept brain went into meltdown and I blurted out ‘Oh God no, Eff off’. Thankfully everyone laughed but when it came to maternity leave no 2, they just put the present on my desk when I was away at lunch!

Today’s picture of my desk was sent to me by Dodzilla to show what he had done with the plastic cutlery collection after I had left the office. The extra is the receipt for part of his leaving present.

C