Moving On
My biggest disappointment is that I have to leave my current job to advance in my career.

I like my job and I'm pretty good at it, but I'm also ambitious. However, I work for a local Council, and its very much a case of dead man's shoes, with those immediately above me giving no signs of carping it just yet. So earlier in the year, I accepted a post at a different, and well respected, Council to inch myself up the greasy pole.

So, I hear you guys say, what's the problem?

I am going to miss my colleagues so much. They are the best bunch of people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting and we're all firm friends.

For example (names changed to protect the innocent):-

Michael - one of the nicest, kindest blokes I know. He would bend over backwards to help a friend in need and has done for me on many occasions. Unfortunately, this pleasant nature means he keeps getting fucked over by every single girl he meets. He keeps me massively entertained by his internet dating exploits, seeing as they are either (a) stalkers, (b) scallies with fake noses/boobies/legs, (c) incapable of independent thought or (d) just plain wrong. Also likes to discuss his poo.

Veronica - despite being a couple of years younger than me, plays the big sister role of sorting me out when I start to be pathetic, usually with some kind of lurgy or minor crisis. Also kind, considerate, helpful and generally ace. Amusement gained from hearing her hen pecking her hugely patient fiancé on the phone.

Violet - the 'mum' of the group. Makes us behave ourselves and dispenses advice on growing and eating vegetables and general domestic goddessery. Our mantra:'no sex please, we're married'.

Graham - has an absolute heart of gold, but a brain full of cotton wool. Numptiness includes being caught coming out of the women's toilets in a restaurant, having thought that the door of the ladies was always the first you got to so the men's must be the second (it wasn't). Then wondered where the urinals were and why there was a full length mirror on the wall.

The Boss - he's great. Let me have the afternoon off last week when I was ill so that I wouldn't get so bad I would have to phone in sick the next day and not be able to go to my leaving do in the evening. Knowledgeable without being patronising and bloody good at his job.

My big leaving do was last Friday. Much food and wine was consumed and all were pleasantly sated. In the wee hours of the morning the entertainment came to an end to the sight of me throwing my arms indiscriminately around any of my colleagues who happened to get in my way and telling them drunkenly that I loved them and they were my best friends and they weren't ever ever ever to lose touch. Despite the alcohol loosening my tongue, it's absolutely true.

I'll be walking out of the office for the last time on Friday and I'm going to cry like a baby. Such, unfortunately is life.
(grandmaswhiskers, Mon 30 Jun 2008, 20:16, 4 replies)

Aw! that's so sweet.
Where do you work and are they still looking for your replacement : )
( girlinthehole, Mon 30 Jun 2008, 20:33, closed)

There is..
..a replacement for me, so I can't even change my mind now if I wanted to :o(

*Sob*
(grandmaswhiskers, Mon 30 Jun 2008, 22:15, closed)

*clicks*
I too have a going-nowhere-fast job but the best co-workers anyone could wish for. When I took the job I figured I'd be looking for another one within a few months. Now, it would need to be a seriously better job and significantly better pay for me to consider giving up the bonuses of a genuinely friendly, relaxed workplace.
( Batsgirl, Mon 30 Jun 2008, 22:33, closed)

Council?
I pay you to work - I don't care if you've got the fucking plague, you are not taking half a day off so you can have a party!

(sarcasm ends)

Good luck in your new position deary!
(FurtiveBiscuit, Tue 1 Jul 2008, 3:43, closed)