June 28th 2022
Today I learnt that two my favourite people at work are leaving. Times are changing. Times are really fucking changing.
It feels like everybody has naturally reached their “jumping off point”.
I’m not entirely sure what people are jumping off in that metaphor, because I only learnt it yesterday. Is it a bus? Like it’s reached their stop and it’s time for them to jump off? That would seem to make sense. I’m gonna go with that.
Meanwhile, I’m still on the bus, and as yet unsure exactly where my stop is or why I got on the bus in the first place.
Was I supposed to be going somewhere? Who was I supposed to be going there with? Where are my shoes? Why is that person on the bus screaming? Why do chavs always play music through their phones on buses?
Until tomorrow, I should have just got a taxi.