Wednesday, September 14, 2005

The next episode...

Tomorrow is my last day at work. I am so happy I could cry; though knowing me, come tomorrow I will be crying because I am going to miss the place I have come to know so well.

Today I’m going to start bringing home my stuff.

Yesterday I didn’t really think that my stuff would amount to much, but just today I realized that I made this very manly place my own. For a long time I was the only female here, and then Ashley the intern came along. It was hard to compete with all the testosterone. But I did. We did.

My pictures, my books, my pastel post-its, my flowers, the cocktail dress eternally hanging in the coat closet, two pairs of high heels (I wear sneakers to work) and even the box of tampons I keep stashed in the conference room bathroom somehow made the place different; and even Joe, my boss, seems a little bummed out that things are going back to the way they were. But like all my previous employers he knows that even though I’m leaving, that doesn’t mean that he’ll be rid of me :)

Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life.
Everyday is the first day of the rest of my life.

I am nervous and a little sad but that’s normal. I’ve been here before and will probably find myself in the same place again. This is all part of the adventure and part of doing it gracefully is moving forward without looking back.

16 comments:

Grant said...

Maybe as a memento you could super-glue some tampons to your supervisor's desk and chair. Especially if nobody springs for cake tomorrow. :p

Bracuta said...

I'm almost crying here!
And to think you virtually pushed me to go thru something like this almost a month ago!

Jonas said...

My father always said the hardest thing to predict is the future. So good luck! Remember, you're not your fucking khakis.

Bob W. said...

Good luck on your new chapter in Life, Im sure it will be exciting.

JAZZ said...

Je je, te interesa la conexion entre bush y los desastres..

Tu vives mas cerca que yo y yo lo tengo claro.

Depende del grado de idiotez de las personas.

Y bush, en fin, tu misma.

Un saludo.

PD Ser republicano en tu país y el mío son cosas tan distintas...

Malia said...

Living vicariously through you....

Malia

Libélula said...

The best of luck ont his next stage, honey!!!

Kiki A.Ortiz said...

ay mi linda un millon de bendiciones pa ti!..ull be perfect donde sea q vayas pq te vas contigo!!!y eso..uff basta, q el Sr te guia y protege

besos!

ducklet said...

the last job i left, i had to take out 4 full moving boxes. the job before that, at least 6. i use my office as a storage shed.

but still, i mean, if you spend 8 - 10 hours a day at a place, you might as well make it feel like home. in my next job, i'm bringing in a day bed and wet bar ;)

Pete B said...

I'm finishing my job tomorrow, too.
Not too much stuff to take home, but dude, where did all this junk come from?!

Very best of luck!

lccb144 said...

Buena suerte! (You're very brave)

AVA said...

Te deseo lo mejor en esta nueva etapa que comienzas. Un abrazote!!

Ddot the King said...

I hope everything works out!

WonderCorky said...

you'll do great!!! I know you.

and you are a cheeseaholic... I didn't know that..

do they have a 12 step program for cheese???


peace
WC

grody jo-dee said...

good luck! and you'll love it, whatever it is you do.

Pirate said...

Did they let you take home the pole?

I will use you as my guage of how and when I should jump to a new post.

Good luck...