Freedom

I can imagine no more comfortable frame of mind for the conduct of life than a humorous resignation.
~ W. Somerset Maugham

And so it is offical. Today is the day I say "so long & goodbye" to my job, my office and my colleagues of 2 years.

Notice that it's "goodbye" and not "good riddance".

And so, it is with a surprisingly sentimental heart that I write this.

Yes. Yours truly left with a surprisingly sentimental but cheerful mood. I suppose a large part of my equamnity arises from the fact that I have resigned before I started "hating" my job. In fact, I left with fond memories of it.

Any regrets on leaving?

Again, surprisingly, there is none. Oh yes, I think I will actually miss some of my colleagues but I am completely not forlorn about leaving my work of 2 years behind.

2 years = 365 days x 2 = 730 days = 17520 hours = 1051200 mins

Years, days, hours and minutes I can never re-live again.

But no regrets. I guess yours truly did get along with some of my colleagues and the Company has been good to me. It is just unfortuante that in the long run, the nature of the work does not fit my long term goals.

Such is life and life must go on. I hate to mouth plantitudes, but in this case, I suppose I can be excused on grounds of being in a rare mood of *gasp* sentimentality.

Of course, perhaps my chirpy mood has a lot to do with the very very cute "Goodbye" card given to me by my department and the very nice sentiments expressed by my Group in the mini-cards that made up the whole card.

It probably also has to do with the very "practical" farewell gift of a cashier order, which they made a duplicate and laminated for my posterity. *wryly*

Yours truly heard that it is illegal to make a copy of a cashier order. But much as I appreciate the cheque, being as I am, broke, in debt and jobless, but I appreciated more the thoughtfulness in my colleagues' gestures.

Perhaps, yours truly is getting sentimental in my *old age. *horrified gasp of breath!*

Alright. I shall go sleep off my moment of sentimentality.

Time enough tomorrow to be the resilient, independent and cold-hearted bitch that I am.

And before I end off,

I AM FREE TO SLACK FOR AT LEAST 2 WEEKS!

Yes, I simply cannot resist rubbing it in.

So sue me.

shrug.

Sheer in Bliss