why the long face?
I met up with an old colleague (E) on the spur of the moment last night. she is someone that I worked pretty closely with for many years, and someone who is very well known, liked and respected at my old workplace.
Her daughter (L) also used to work in the same department as me, and we too forged a pretty good friendship.
So, me and E were having a lovely catch-up in Camden – drinking, gossiping and she was giving me the lowdown on what was going on there. and LOWdown seemed to be the right word for this, as everything seems such ‘bad news’ at the moment, and noone seems to be particularly motivated about anything.
Anyway, we’d had a few drinks, and this sleazy guy came over and started to try to chat me up. Which I found cringey and E found hilarious. she then wanted to go to the loo and I wouldn’t let her, as i was worried that the guy would come over and corner me while she went. luckily, at this point, L called her and said she was in a bar in Charlotte Street and that we should go over and meet her.
So we did (E still busting for a wee). When we got there, I was surprised as there were a few people from my old work there, and I hadn’t realised they would be.
And they all looked miserable. All of them (apart from L who was a bit drunk by then, and is a very happy person anyway…and works from home a lot, which probably helps).
It made me feel so grateful that I left. It was a hard decision at the time (after 17 years there), but whenever I speak to people still there, I love the fact that my life is so busy but stress-free at work. the fact that I am appreciated, listened to and the fact that things get done without reams of red-tape, working parties, procedures for everything and the fact that my directors are inspirational, motivational and innovative.
Best move I ever made.