But now my attention turns to
something that has been coming for a year – my final two days working for National Grid.
If I’m completely honest, I’ve got real mixed emotions about
my last couple of days. I’m amazingly thankful that I’ve got a new job to go to
and that I’m excited about (did I mention I’ve got a job lined up now - I can't remember?) and I’m
pleased that this slow work death is going to be over with (a year is a long
time to be building to any event). But at the same time after pushing down my feelings
and powering through for the best part of a year, I’d be lying if I said
anything other than that I’m hurting.
It’s not the leaving the job part that’s getting to me. I’ve
got to the stage now where I’m running on autopilot and I need a new challenge.
But the simple fact is that in two days’ time I’ll never be working with this
bunch of people again. I’ve spent 10 years working with these people. We’ve
laughed together. We’ve cried together. We’ve grown together. We’ve stumbled
together (mainly after pub time). We’ve grieved together and we have fought for
each other. Our office is a community. Our office is a family. And my
experience from other people leaving and reporting back is that our office is completely
unique and that no one has ever experienced anything similar again. It’s
something I’m immensely proud of.
Before you say anything, Yes, I’ll go into my new job with
an open mind. I really am excited about starting something new and meeting
loads of new people. But I’m not ready to think about that yet. Until the 3rd
April (our final party), my mind is solely focused on making the most of the
time we have together. It’s easy to say that we will all stay in contact with
each other but the sad truth is that some will fall away. I understand that. I
accept that. I know that I won’t let myself be one of the ones that do drift
from our little family but for me that places even more importance on the time
that we do have left with each other. A new chapter is about to begin but there
are still a few pages left to be written in this one first.
So this post is dedicated to the people that I have had the
honour of working with for the last 10 years. My colleagues. My friends. And the
ones who have become so much more than that. The ones that I’ve grown so close
to that this simply can’t be the end. It’s just the start of another step on
our journey together.
Thanks for the memories :)
I’ll leave you with this song as the words, well…..
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