After leaving work a week earlier, saying my goodbyes and feeling very emotional, I decided it was a fantastic idea to RETURN to Stockport and go through the rigmarole again at payday drinks. Nursing matching hangovers, Oliver and I ambled towards the finest Wetherspoons going and soberly hugged and kissed our way around work folk for a couple of hours.
Again, I was pretty humbled that anybody gave a shit (and silently vowed to stop being a dickhead. Or perhaps not stop, just be one less often).
People had kind words for me and it was lovely to know that 2 years in a job I didn’t care about created some memorable acquaintances and a couple of wonderful friends. Not forgetting a unique appreciation for Nando’s and knowledge of Stockport vernacular.