Starting out at a new job is notoriously difficult.
That said, being permanently surrounded by human beings who appear to have been hand carved by the Greek Gods has most definitely taken the edge off.
That's right, last week I packed up my highlighters, waved goodbye to the magazine and arrived on the doorstep of my new office bright eyed and freshly blow-dried.
Of course, I had all of the usual New Girl worries. What if they don't remember hiring me? If they've forgotten the second 't' and my new email address introduces me as 'Charlote', how much will it cost to alter my birth certificate?
Did I just eat that too loudly? I definitely just ate that really loudly.
Of course, I was being a royal bozo and the team have made me feel right at home. Don't you go worrying your little head about me, I'm settling in very well and I'm absolutely loving being a model booker.
I've also been assured that my lettuce crunching is of a totally acceptable volume.
Before I wiggled away from the magazine my old team threw me a beautiful day of leaving celebrations with wine, food and the most incredible gift.
It all started at lunchtime in our trusty local, The Papermill.
We all sat by the fire and ordered glasses of icy cold wine.
We chatted about the past few years, which appear to have flown by in a matter of seconds.
Luckily, just before it got too mushy, our lunches arrived.
I went for the southern fried chicken basket with coleslaw, chips and dips.
And G, my lovely manager, went for the fish and chips with homemade tartar sauce.
Upon our return back to the office, woozy and full, I found this on my desk!
My very own front cover on the magazine I led during my time at the company.
And bundles of balloons, banners, cake and confetti.
Such a beautiful way to say goodbye to my first ever real, big girls job.
What a lovely bunch.
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