I finished the job during the week and seem to have survived the ostracism, politics and lack of support from one small segment and more appreciation and warmth than I probably deserve from everyone else. The universe has given me a cold, bronchitis and laryngitis in a two-week period, which is its way of telling me to relax and take some time off from getting up before 11am .
Anyway, the clever souls banded together and gave me some awesome farewell gifts to enjoy in my unemployment: a bookshop voucher, handmade chocolates and movie tickets — woo hoo! I now don’t have time to look for a job.
I also received some very personal gifts that can only fit in the categories of the ace, the fantastic and the fugly:
The ace: a workmate and I fawned over a photo of a baby hedgehog a few weeks ago and, low and behold, she made me hedgehog cupcakes. With spiked musk sticks for quills so they are little punk hedgehogs! (Their cuteness didn’t stop me chowing down on them.)
The fantastic: the crazy colleague I rescued from the side of the road one day gave me a book beanbag. It’s the best thing: you can fluff the beans to adjust the book to any angle and the little perspex ledge on the front flips down so you can turn pages. I love it to death, and may walk around the house hugging it, but that’s my little secret.
The fugly: a staff member bought a relative a Snuggie and got two for the price of one. Yep, I got the second one. It’s allegedly a similar colour to my car (if you’re selectively blind and evil) and they want a photo of me driving my car in the Snuggie. In the meantime, they made me put it on in a restaurant. Bless you, my kiddies, I’m comin’ to visit one day wearin’ mah Snuggie.
Crank-o-meter: all over the place