I finally leave my job tomorrow and I’m treating it seriously.

I’ll check and respond to all emails, sign off expenses and reflect on the past six years.

They’ve been really good, I’ve had trips to Malaysia and Australia, Dublin and a load of very, very interesting places in the UK where they do secret and important things.

But 2024 was the highlight, I created and recruited a new team and they are….

Genuinely the best I’ve ever worked with.

The UK contingent (plus my best friend ) is in the first photo and that’s my leaving do, we left the bulk of the people in the bar to do photos.

Oh yeah.

We all had the same shirts and My Little Pony temp tattoos on our left cheekbones. (don’t ask)

That’s me in the black t-shirt.

We started drinking just before 4pm and drank for just under 11 hours, apparently there was some projectile vomiting and I have a lovely bruise on my back after a poor dismount from the bar stool that I stood on to give my leaving speech.

There was a big turnout and people travelled some impressive distances, but in the long run, it was the feral pony club that mattered and I’m going to treasure the memory of our last night.

I have some presents from the wider teams and I thought that was it.

Until yesterday when a surprise package appeared at my house.

An engraved pewter bottomed glass with all their names on it.

I’m not ashamed to say that I had something in my eye

Our story probably isn’t over and I have some updates on my leaving that I’ll leave for a day or two.

But for today.

I did something right.

I’m so fucking proud of them all.