Yesterday I worked, what I hope to be, my penultimate shift in the pub. I've been wanting to leave but haven't had the heart to - mainly because when I've been thinking of jacking it in, bad things happened like armed robberies and I'd feel guilty leaving - and wouldn't want to it appear to be an act of gross cowardice.
So, why am I leaving. Well recently it has come to pass that the landlord is leaving the pub. Not that he wants to, but the tenancy has been bought (ok.. so I've heard this before and it's never come to pass) - but we're convinced it's going to happen this time...
Anyways, there's a slim chance that I'll be asked to stay on, but to be quite frank, I can't be arsed. It's a good excuse to get out whilst I can.
The change means some changes are afoot - such that I won't feel that I can sit at the end of the bar and interact randomly with all the locals as they come in! This could mean that I stop being a regular!
The regulars are all sad that he's leaving - one going so far as saying that the landlord and I are the "The Morecambe and Wise of Dunkirk"... and the place will never be the same again! Bless.
So, yeah we'll see what happens with the new dood and if I still feel welcome or not!