I am dreading work tomorrow – it’s my last day at Pulp Manchester.
I had to fight back tears at the end of my shift tonight.
When I went downstairs to send the figures to the directors, they had sent me an email telling me how much they appreciate me and that I’m always welcome at the company.
It was one of the best things I’ve read. I welled up and everything.
I also received the cutest card ever from a staff member who has only been at the store for a couple of weeks.
I’m going to end up crying tomorrow like a baby.
I don’t want it to end.