My Last Day
Yesterday was my last day at work. I packed all my folders, backed up my work, deleted any files or documents saved on my computer and emptied my drawers; placing everything in the box. I looked at the empty desk. Now it looked nothing like the desk I knew so well for the last 3 years. I remember I was so frightened when I was just employed, as I stood there introduced myself; and my voice was breaking up, while everyone else just stared back at me ready to laugh. No one talked to me except for one of the girls who was so friendly to show me around the building. I was given the worst desk, but a month later our department was renovated. So I was shifted to another new desk, and that’s where I remained ever since then.
I’m going to miss sitting with the girls, drinking tea early in the morning, dipping biscuits in the tea, eating breakfast and talking about the latest gossip. I’ll miss all that. This means no more breaking the law, no more driving through the bus lane when I’m in such a rush that I’ll curse every car infront of me, or even making it to work in a matter of 5 minutes. But it’ll be a great opportunity for me and that’s why I chose to leave so discreetly when I was told it was my final day and I was chosen between 7 girls. I’m not sure if I’ll be getting an increase, but that will show in the coming days. This time I’ll be driving in the real traffic. The only problem is that I’ll be driving half an hour every day to get to work and another 45 minutes back home.
Our three floor building is nothing like the new and fancy 20-story building. The view made my jaw drop as I was there on the 14th floor on Tuesday afternoon. When I was done with my stuff yesterday and it was time to leave my job. I kissed everyone goodbye as though it was the last time I’d see them. My eyes filled up with tears as I tried so hard to hide them as I hugged everyone, and the girls promised to stay in touch where ever we end up. That was my last day there.
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February 23rd, 2006 at 7:09 am
So did you quit or get promoted? I don’t understand…but maybe because I’m pulling an all nighter writing a paper and I’m pretty tired by now…
:o)
Also, I thought you lived in Kuwait…but then what bus lanes are you talking about? I don’t remeber bus lanes…are there bus lanes?
February 23rd, 2006 at 8:58 am
It’s a bus stop too. There are some bus lanes on the highway, the sign says ‘bus only.’
No I didn’t quit and I’m not promoted either. I was chosen to go to the new building only.
February 23rd, 2006 at 1:07 pm
In Budapest we have cameras that monitor bus lanes so cars won’t use it.
February 23rd, 2006 at 2:58 pm
lol, not in kuwait! I’ll just be happy if we had proper bus lanes.
February 24th, 2006 at 9:27 am
Aww my eyes almost teared when I read your post! You are one of the lucky ones who had good experiences with the people you worked with….cherish that forever! Personally, the people I work with are the meanest A-holes I’ve ever met and if I ever had to leave them I’d leave with my middle finger proudly facing them! It’s like a mafia where I work….everyone tries to ruin other people’s lives! My most recent encounter is that I discovered my WONDERFUL *not* co-workers stole my work. I created a booklet on Hemodialysis and they put their names on it….they still don’t know that I know because I am on maternity leave and they took this opportunity to steal my work. How’s that for a friendly environment!
February 24th, 2006 at 10:56 am
Obsessive Compulsive, I’m so sorry about your work. That’s not fair! I hope they don’t get away with this.
I don’t know where my luck would take me this time. But I agree I’ve bonded so well with the girls and most of the time I tried so hard to stay out of trouble. But clashing happens all the time between co-workers that it has become a natural & common behaviour accepted by everyone around you.
However, I try to avoid this. It’s not a healthy part of our working life, but it’s there. And reasons vary for such actions: jealously comes number one on my list, emotional instability, financial troubles, and depression or any other type of illness, etc.
That’s why I try to understand what other girls are going through. I cope with their unbearable actions because I’m sure that what they might be going through is more than anyone can handle.
Many might say this is my weak point and that I should stand up for my rights by fighting back. But in fact it’s not. Now I can handle my emotions better and I can put them aside whenever I’m around people. I don’t know so many people who could do that.