Friday 31st July

Today, I frank my last letter, transfer my last call, bugger up my last stationery order… you get it. I’m leaving.

I’m strangely sad to go. Kosher sandwich mishaps and workers’ revolt aside, I shall miss this place. I’ve already received two bunches of flowers, lots of good wishes and a compliment on my “smiley morning face”. Clearly, this lot aren’t familiar with “Diary of a DISGRUNTLED receptionist”.

Speaking of which, still haven't figured out what to rename this blog. Diary of a Tractor Journo? Diary of a Formerly Disgruntled Receptionist who is no longer a receptionist but still very much disgruntled"?

Answers on a postcard please...