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Feeling so anxious about my last day at work on Friday, I woke up at 5:30am and did what any nervous woman with no chocolate in the house does... manically scrubbed the bejeezus out of the bathtub!

By the time I got to work a few hours later I still felt a little manic, but mostly sad and so dizzy. I know I've winged about work from time to time, but honestly I've been really lucky to have such a great job, with such a nice boss, and a cool bunch of people to work with. The day went by in a blink and at 3pm we locked-up and headed out of the office to party! They took me to the Arthouse Hotel: a bar that doubles as an exhibition space, and we had an absolute ball.

It was a tough week for me last week; I've been at my job with my boss for 8 years. When you work in a small team in an open office you get to know each pretty very well. After all you spend more time with them than with your family or friends. So on Friday I was really quite sad. Once we left the office I felt better, and after a mojito or four I was really feeling quite good!

You know, the good part about leaving is that everyone is so nice to you. They are kind and thoughtful, they engage in meaningful conversation and share sweet sentiments. They all gave it their all to make my last night a great one, and they showered me in wonderful gifts! My boss, who never usually makes speeches at these types of things, made a really sweet speech saying that he would miss me immeasurably. It all meant an enormous amount to me.

To avoid feeling those feelings of sadness and loss, we threw a party at home the very next night with all our friends! Again showered in loveliness, but now it’s all died down and it’s time to face the music… and try to dance.