Since I’ve worked at my present place of employment, 54 people have left the department. Can you believe that I’ve sat and worked that out? You’d think I would have far more important things to do with my time. (Obviously I haven't!)
I think 54 is the correct figure anyway. I’ve tried to remember everyone who arrived, conquered, and then became bored or was made redundant. My memory isn’t what it once was, so please forgive me if I have mis-calculated.
During my time at my present place of employment, I've met some brilliant people and some not so brilliant people. I won’t mention the not so brilliant names, that’s not my style. Let’s just say stinky feet and spitting into a dustbin are not ideal in the work place.
The night before last, the 54th person left, and the customary 'leaving do’ email was circulated. He’s a lovely chap and one of the originals from ‘the old days’ which you may hear my friend and work colleague, and I, harping on about.
Now there are only 4 who have survived ‘the old days' - myself, my friend and work colleague, my not-so-new boss, and the editor.
The good old days where champagne was once sipped in the sales room, and I had to employ an assistant to help me with the mountains of magazines we had to publish. And The Publisher was so delighted with the annual profit that a weekend away, on the company expenses, was suggested to us. We all had to choose 3 places of final destination for our weekend away, and the most popular answer would be the winning destination. My choices were New York, Lapland, and I think the third choice was Prague, which I eventually visited for a friends 30th birthday weekend.
But alas I wasn't able to visit New York or Lapland, or anywhere on the company expenses for the weekend away, as the industry took a nose-dive and the first batch of redundancies were announced.
Still, I shouldn't complain, they haven't made me redundant, and courtesy of the company I’ve been able to travel to Cannes, Singapore and Barcelona. (Pity I had to work whilst I visited these places.)
So, the 54th persons leaving party was at a pub, situated around the corner to the office. It’s been ages since we’ve all been out together and we were a little rusty at first but we soon got into the swing if it.
After drinks and conversations, and good luck wishes, my friend and work colleague, and I, decided burgers at a near by restaurant were a compulsory finish to the evening. They were delicious.
The restaurant is well known for it's chicken dishes.
But we had beef burgers.