Up until Friday, I’d been working in the Waterstones (a bookshop) in Reading as a Christmas temp. Friday however was my last day. It wasn’t a particularly emotional occasion. I’d only been there six weeks. Nevertheless it was a bittersweet final evening. I hadn’t been round long enough to feel particularly attached to the place so I didn’t experience the kind of wistful melancholy that usually affects me in similar situations. This is a good thing, as over the next few months I will be saying goodbye to a lot of people and places. I will miss the place though. In general, the people there are lovely and the work’s not bad. Although, considering my previous humble career it’s not a great accolade, working has been quite probably my favourite job. I went out for drinks
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