I wish I had been able to hold onto any of my childhood friends. I moved districts quite a few times and the one best friend from synagogue that wasn’t affected by this moved cross-country.
I also don’t think I cared as much about friendship when I was younger as I do now.
3-4 of my fellow managers are fun to work with and I have confidence they’ll still be at my store for several more years at least (the one who trained me three plus years ago, I have confidence she’ll never leave) but I don’t really get to work with them anymore and I don’t really hang with them like I do some of my workers, so I don’t really consider them friends in the same way.
The one manager I do consider a friend, the other night manager, seems miserable with his job and his fractured relationship with upper management, and made comments last night that indicate that he’s developing a plan to get him a way out. The one relieving part of this is that when he goes, a worker that is close with him but can’t stop complaining or fighting with me, almost certainly transfers stores or goes with him.