I’ve worked here for six years, and loved it.
When I leave here today, I will be ending my employment with this company.
The company no longer exists as such. A bank owns us now. This bank has hired me to stay on here for a week or two, to field phone calls as our assets are sold off. But I’ll be virtually alone in this building without all the people that made every day a joy to be here.
I keep telling myself that a loss is so often a launch, and I laugh at the truth that this is probably the only way I would ever have left this job. I’m not so much worried for myself as heartbroken. Perhaps Most likely better things are waiting but …..
…. I’ve been so happy here.