Thinking too about what I feel 16 years of my life meant to that company, and even the manager; I didn’t care that I didn’t get a present. But I would have been perfectly happy if someone had cut off the back of a fucking Cornflakes box, folded it in half, and got a few staff to sign it.
They couldn’t even be bothered to do THAT.
16 years.
I’m very happy where I am now and I’ll never get those 16 years back. That doesn’t overly eat me up, but it’s a fairly big fucking chunk out of my time on Earth.
At some point, yes, I must draw a line. You can’t keep on looking back (except with glee over a certain employee). It’s unhealthy and serves no purpose.
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