It was the right time to go

My last day in my old job was a joke.

I think after eight years my expectations of what I expected from my colleagues on my last day was simply to expect anything.

I got a table with a packet of chips, dips, and a bottle of warm flat light beer.

I didn't expect much but I didn't expect that.

That was just pathetic.

Another colleague of  mine was going on a six week holiday and got the works.

I actually expected my boss to say some words, instead he said let me know if you don't like, and let me know if you're coming back.

I made the right decision.

The decision to leave was always going to be a hard one but now I know it was the right one.

I will always speak of them with the utmost respect because rubbishing them would be rubbishing me but anything more will never be utter from my lips.

So long, farewell.