Ken’s contract was up first, and he left. I spent my last week doing nothing. I wandered around the building, remembering my first day, how happy and excited I was. I remembered the people, the events, the inspiration.
For one week I really did nothing and was not hiding the fact.
Then! It was my last day.
I came in on time, did nothing. Took my lunch break, returned, did nothing, then walked out of the office.
As I reached my flat, , I stripped off my work clothes, throwing them into the trash.
From the entrance of Pud, I had worn one of four different ugly, poorly fitting suits I hated along with clumsy flat shoes. Knowing Pud was a sexual predator, I didn’t want to come near his radar.
After I trashed my work wardrobe, i went into a shower, where I scrubbed my skin, used disinfectant.
Having sold my house, my furniture, moving to a cheap furnished flat, I didn’t have much packing.