As I sit here and look around at my desk, at my photos of Beanie�s little boy Daniel in his England footie strip; Ali, Bec and I in Spain last year; my niece and nephew; and P and I on the day that we officially became a couple (my b�day), at the Party Bug card Ali gave me years ago, even at my name plaque stuck on my PC, I imagine it empty and lifeless, clear of all my stuff, and I must admit it brings a lump to my throat.
I have been here for 4 and a half years. At this particular desk for the last 2 and it is very much my own. Soon it will be vacant. My redundancy request has been approved, and although I am not one of those leaving in the next few weeks, I will be out of here by the end of the year.
This is the place where I got my first taste of crap vending machine coffee, office politics and the astonishing speed of office gossip! This is the place where I had my heart broken by an older man, shagged a bloke that looks like an Oompah Loompah (though obviously I didn�t shag him in the office!), and went commando (ie, without underwear) for the first time ever, at a Christmas party.
I will miss it here. After 4 and a half years it would be impossible not to, but time�s move on, and this is my chance for something new, something to challenge my brain, and although in some ways it is a really daunting thought, I am also looking forward to seeing what lies ahead for me.