Hmm... I wondered today what I would write about when I stopped working. I mean, my job or my dislike of my job has given me endless fodder. Until then I'll going to relish talking about it. Now that I wrote that sentence I've realized just how tired I am of writing about, thinking about, and working at this job. Most of my coworkers thought today was my last day, even my boss. Had I known that today definitely would have been my last day but alas I still have Friday. Seven more hours to go. Something tells me it's going to be a dreadfully long seven hours.
I said goodbye to a couple of coworkers who I won't see on Friday and I can only describe it as awkward. It's my belief that situations are only awkward if you allow it and I think the fact that I'm just leaving with no concrete next step was what made it feel that way. I mean, I can't really say what I'm really thinking which is, "yeah I'm so getting out of here." That and I'm under any illusions. This isn't high school or college. I know that once I say goodbye and leave on Friday the only contact I'll have with the majority of my colleague is through Facebook. There's something about that finality that makes me feel uncomfortable. Possibly because I've come to care about them and saying goodbye is always difficult.
Okay, I'm done for tonight.
No comments:
Post a Comment