I’ve just been out for drinks with my work colleagues. I’m a bit pissed. I love them all. I love this place. I’ve never felt so happy at work.
I know I am here until the end of April. The lady whose maternity leave I am covering is coming back at the beginning if April. I am probably going to be kept on to do a handover until the end of April.
The thought that I might have to leave is already making me feel really sad. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed working anywhere as much. The people are great. The atmosphere is great. I enjoy the work. If I have to go back to another soulless office where everyone has knives in each others backs I may just die!
I must just enjoy it for now and not worry about later. But it’s hard.