5.30 pm Friday 16th May 2014, I turned the key in the lock of the front door of my little post office and with a definite “click” closed that door for the very last time.
Five years, multiple staff changes and then it all ended.
The shop stripped bare of everything, bins full and over flowing and a thick air of sadness that our little team, so recently come together, would be disbanded as each of us have been sent to different offices.
Did I cry? Absolutely, on and off all day. It was so hard not to.
Customers would come in just to say good-bye, and even though there had been signage on the door and counter for nearly 6 weeks, we still had people expressing shock that their local post office and the staff they had come to know, would no longer be a convenient option.
That was a word we heard a lot of in the lead up to the doors shutting.
“But this is so convenient”
For that is what upset most of the customers when we told them that we were closing.
They could lose the convenience of a quiet post office with easy parking close to their home/business.
There was a lot of ranting about it.
The other most popular word was “why”.
I lost count of how many times I would spin the line of “corporate decision, future planning, blah blah” and in the end all I could do is agree that yes, it sucks, all while knowing that they would all survive the change, just as I will.
In the end, it is really is just what it is, an inconvenience.
I still have a job. Perhaps even with new opportunities ahead. Certainly a change from what I have been doing.
No, I didn’t choose to have my life and routine changed but I think I may have been overdue for some new challenges.
My co-worker remarked that we were lucky to have had the team we had to work the final week, suggesting it could have been much worse with the previous Manager, and I certainly agreed.
And with gifts of flowers and plenty of hugs we left the building, knowing we wouldn’t work there again, but looking forward to new experiences.
It is done, no more tears over what can not be changed.
So Saturday dawned, alcohol hangover free as post work wine consumption was limited to only one glass, but still with a flat wrung out feeling consuming me.
To be expected I suppose, and when the family all chose to do their own thing, leaving me to the chore of grocery shopping on my own, well I decided that the afternoon would be renamed “selfish Saturday” and I left them to fend for themselves while I headed to my happy place – “The City”
Yep, retail therapy combined with a Thai massage was the prescription needed to lift my spirits
And the universe (well, that is what I am saying) agreed as I scored free lunch and coffee.
As I stopped by my sister-in-law’s cafe’ for some pasta sauce, and a quick hello, I was given a fabulous freshly made baguette, that was rejected by a customer when she mistakenly put the wrong cheese on it, and then when I went to order a coffee to go with it…her aunt refused to take my cash.
Spoiled I am, it was delicious.
After the massage, it was into the Mall for some fun shopping.
I had shoes on my mind, winter boots in something other than boring black.
And I found them, although my heart sunk at the price.
More than I really expected and I was very unsure whether I wanted to indulge.
Luckily, I guess, that decision was made easier when they didn’t have my size.
Lots more window shopping, a chat with a friendly passing robot who complimented me on my coordination of hair colour and outfit and the discovery of a rather fabulous door down a laneway all added up to a rather full afternoon, despite not buying the boots.
(This post is getting rather long…)
Okies, quick finish, fabulous dinner out with friends finished Saturday on a high note, even if I did slip on the cafe floor and descended gracefully (?) down onto my butt as I headed to the ladies room..and no, I wasn’t pissed. It takes more than one cocktail and one glass of wine to make me falling down drunk.
Talking wine, MJ bought me home a gift from a Uni thing he went to.
A white wine appreciation kit . Worth noting, I don’t usually drink white wine and there is no wine in a wine appreciation kit.
Just little bottles of stuff you sniff so you can learn the tricks to being a proper “wine wanker”.
Ok, probably lots more I could ramble about but this post is already a couple hundred words longer than it should be.
Art to finish.
And I am done