The End of an Era

Today marks the last day of trading for an old workplace of mine. I paid my respects, so to speak, earlier on, given how long I worked there and the history I have with the place and its people. There’s a lot of mixed feelings bubbling around right now, because the company itself is not one I feel much sympathy for, given how they treated me, but I certainly cannot hold ill will toward the friends who are about to lose their jobs. For many of us, we shed blood, sweat and tears to try and make the environment a better place, and this feels very much like the closing chapter of a big part of my life. After all, I was there for seven and a half years! That’s a big chunk of my working life, right there. It feels like it was ages ago (and it was, it’s been over four years since I left), yet I’ve had a couple of dreams that felt quite vivid, bringing back in sharp focus my time spent there.

All of this was hastened, and perhaps even caused by, Brexit. The original company, a major office supply chain, quit the UK shortly after Brexit was voted for. The new company soldiered on, but the glum economy and the nature of that type of retail doomed the new venture. Its a harsh reality that businesses do not have much faith either in Brexit, or the government’s ability to navigate Brexit successfully. I’m not going to get too political here, but that’s what led to the events of today.

I wish my colleagues there well. I wish them a swift return to employment, and if I can help them in any way, I will.

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