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ladysprite) wrote2004-12-24 10:09 pm
ladysprite) wrote2004-12-24 10:09 pm
Endings
Today was my last day at my job. I've actually managed to fight the plague off, at least to a point where I can convince myself for short periods of time that I'm healthy, and that working isn't the patently ludicrous idea that it was yesterday.
I had no idea of what to expect - for all that my boss's statement of universal loathing was clearly not quite as all-embracing as he had led me to believe, I had sort of figured on a kind of low-key, waving out the door as I left fare-thee-well. Instead I almost wound up wishing I had stayed. I know I won't miss the politics, but I'm going to miss my coworkers more than I was willing to admit to myself.
People who had the day off stopped in to say goodbye, and swap phone numbers so we could keep in touch. Clients came running in with last-minute holiday and going-away gifts. Tearful hugs and plans for future gatherings were exchanged, and one particularly crafty and kind coworker utterly stunned me with a handmade dreamcatcher decorated with feathers from the birds I've taken care of over the past few months - I have no idea what I've done to deserve something that special, let alone when I'm just about to leave.
It'll be good for me to remember, even as I'm starting somewhere else, that just as no place is all good, no place is all bad either.
Damn. I didn't want to miss it.
I had no idea of what to expect - for all that my boss's statement of universal loathing was clearly not quite as all-embracing as he had led me to believe, I had sort of figured on a kind of low-key, waving out the door as I left fare-thee-well. Instead I almost wound up wishing I had stayed. I know I won't miss the politics, but I'm going to miss my coworkers more than I was willing to admit to myself.
People who had the day off stopped in to say goodbye, and swap phone numbers so we could keep in touch. Clients came running in with last-minute holiday and going-away gifts. Tearful hugs and plans for future gatherings were exchanged, and one particularly crafty and kind coworker utterly stunned me with a handmade dreamcatcher decorated with feathers from the birds I've taken care of over the past few months - I have no idea what I've done to deserve something that special, let alone when I'm just about to leave.
It'll be good for me to remember, even as I'm starting somewhere else, that just as no place is all good, no place is all bad either.
Damn. I didn't want to miss it.