I knew I had made the right decision to leave my job. I left about six months ago, and returned to see my ex-colleagues in London last night. The occasion was Scott’s leaving party – a long serving Australian of fine calibre. It was great to see all of the old faces – to tap into the evening social life of the young company without having to do any of the daytime stuff.
The venue was the finest pub in all the land, especially if you happen to work opposite it – The Distillers. Me, I had travelled 120 miles to get there, and it was still the best pub in all the land. Partly because I didn’t once have to dip into my pocket to get a drink all night, but mainly because it was full of compadres. I think the former is due to the latter.
Just in case I was in any doubt about my career decision, at one point in the evening, I found a hand around my throat. At the other end of the hand was a large ex-colleague. With his other hand he pointed at me and slurred, “Don’t you ever, ever, dare work in this industry again.” Funnily enough, he had my best interests at heart. You never meet people like that in careers guidance centres. Pity really. Thanks Ciaron.