I realized when I had to get my license renewed, I've been legally allowed to drive for more than half my life now, since 15, now I'm 32. Feels strange. Illegally, I'd been driving vehicles around the farm when I was 13.. But nobody needs to know about that. 13 year old Foveaux, with a full head of hair and an unruly smile, blasting around the paddocks in 1st gear because 2nd and 3rd were for the big leagues. I think I managed to get the old radio working on that heap of junk and I rode that high for a few weeks. I'm feeling quite nostalgic, so I found the farm on maps.
That paddock full of cows was where I would start my journey, and I'd head on down through the gates towards the river, away from prying eyes, then practice my sweet donuts. The house across the road was where I grew up, but I couldn't tell you who lives there now. Likely 3 or 4 families have come and gone. That house was where Dad taught me to use the lawnmower, and promptly setup shop with a beer to 'supervise'.
A really good staff member handed in her resignation yesterday. It was expected, because I gave her a glowing reference and we went out for a drink when she got the offer. Still, it sucks to lose someone good - but she is going to much better and well paid things, so onward! I passed the resignation on to my manager, who processes it with HR, and I advised her not to tell the department as the staff member wanted to let them know herself, in person. Manager announced it in a meeting this morning, and everyone in the department was blindsided.