I had been anticipating this for a long time. I had pictured how rosy it'll all be like. More than being rosy, I'd say liberating. But the moment he said, "Tuesday would be the last!", my heart skipped a beat.
With countable number of days left in my current project, it's time for the bittersweet goodbyes. My desk, my cubicle, my drawer, my white board, some of the many things that have a part of me in them. I sit back, look at them in the awe thinking of all those ugly Mondays when I hated coming to them and all those happy Fridays when I merrily bid them goodbye until the following week.
I look at the beautiful landscape to my right separated from me by a vast glass of the building, I look at the coffee mugs at my desk, I look at the conference room door that I always have faced sitting on my chair, I look around. The few things that I so badly wanted to get rid of, now when the time creeps closer, these lifeless things seem to be full of emotions. Personified humans speaking volumes to me. Telling me tales of past. In hindsight, don't we ignore the blue days and reminisce about the brighter ones? Oh, sweet life!
For now, let's skip mentioning the people who are/were/have been the part of this scene. Because I guess, people are ephemeral, they kept moving on as I stayed here for almost 2 years now.
What made me stick to it? What makes me move on? What makes me feel this tinge of sadness when this is what I wanted, all the while?
I'm losing a job. For I've found a career. :)
With countable number of days left in my current project, it's time for the bittersweet goodbyes. My desk, my cubicle, my drawer, my white board, some of the many things that have a part of me in them. I sit back, look at them in the awe thinking of all those ugly Mondays when I hated coming to them and all those happy Fridays when I merrily bid them goodbye until the following week.
I look at the beautiful landscape to my right separated from me by a vast glass of the building, I look at the coffee mugs at my desk, I look at the conference room door that I always have faced sitting on my chair, I look around. The few things that I so badly wanted to get rid of, now when the time creeps closer, these lifeless things seem to be full of emotions. Personified humans speaking volumes to me. Telling me tales of past. In hindsight, don't we ignore the blue days and reminisce about the brighter ones? Oh, sweet life!
For now, let's skip mentioning the people who are/were/have been the part of this scene. Because I guess, people are ephemeral, they kept moving on as I stayed here for almost 2 years now.
What made me stick to it? What makes me move on? What makes me feel this tinge of sadness when this is what I wanted, all the while?
I'm losing a job. For I've found a career. :)
