At my leaving party, he popped a Prosecco cork and asked people to ‘Raise your glass’.
It was too late, I’d already left.
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There’s a picture of the Chairman in the boardroom. It’s the one I was asked to hang, along with fixing the pipes and mending broken windows. I’ve even resolved issues with the company computers when the staff were left scratching their heads or shouting at the screen. That picture had been hanging there for longer than I cared to recall, and I’d seen that face for far too long so decided it was time to move on.
At my leaving party, he popped a Prosecco cork and asked people to ‘Raise your glass’. It was too late, I’d already left. Comments are closed.
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