done diddly dum

so when i first started work, my manfriend bought this shirt that i called my protest shirt. i wore it to work on fridays, and it was practically my uniform the weekends i spent in the office. in fact, i think i wore it for a few late night sarabat stall runs too - for the avoidance of doubt that yes, indeed, i did work in an office.

well, whaddya know... the last day of work came and went in the blink of an eye. it was surreal, to say the least. can't believe i'm well and truly done diddly dum. it was great while it lasted, and to quote cubby, "it was a very long and yet a very short time." deep words, for past midnight. have much to be grateful for, having been on what i consider the ultimate dream team. it was an unreal world working for fantastically wonderful people. worked the hardest i've ever worked, experienced the steepest learning curve to date, and lived to tell the tale. 

the team was sweet to throw a farewell lunch (ooh, indian food! unanimous favourite...) and then i went to the court of appeal to sit in on a hearing. funny how my brush with the industry began with a court of appeal hearing (one of the first things i tagged along for as an intern right after A levels!) and it ended with an appeal on my last day as a pupil. had to (honestly!) check off my Bar checklist and a CA hearing was one of them. and as usual, i left it till the very end for that unintended added poignancy.

rushed call papers, said my goodbyes and then celebrated proper with dinner by the river with the firm pups. we swapped pupils' bash stories, laughed till my sides hurt and ate enough for an army. it was a good night, and a fitting end to a fruitful six months.

onwards, ho!