I've just been into Kingston and met my friend Nicola for a lovely cup of coffee at John Lewis - now that we're unemployed luckily she had a voucher which entitled us to free drinks!!!!! Then I went into the office to hand in my Crackberry (Blackberry - bane of my life) and clear my desk.
Since Friday my desk has been taken over and used as a dumping ground for other people's stuff and when I cleared out the drawers - the only things that were mine to take away are in the photograph above. I've worked in that office with those people for three and half years - and on many occasions have put my heart, soul and every ounce of me into that job - and today ? today it was like I had never even existed there at all. How weird!!! Nobody could look me in the eye and it was huge relief to walk out again five minutes later. So - if it's such a huge relief - then why do I feel like crying my eyes out?