Work The last day of work in any job is never the same I’ve found. I remember the last time,
it was an absolute event. Today few cared. Some that knew did say good bye but they were when I returned from lunch, so on leaving I was simply told by the others to have a good weekend, and that they would see me on Tuesday. I just wanted to get out. Leave. So it was simpler just to say the same to them – to tell them that in fact they wouldn’t be seeing me Tuesday would have only promoted more questions from them. I didn’t know these people. We weren’t even friends. For once I wanted to just disappear.
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