It’s Wednesday, 31st August 2016, 5.30pm and I just hit the Log off button on my work PC.
And with that, my last day at work, my last 8 and half hours, came to an end.
For nearly two and half years I’ve done this job. I faced many challenges. Struggled with frustration. Made mistakes. Met amazing people. Evolved. Learned a lot. Grew up?
But now, on 31st August 2016 at 5.30pm it’s all just a memory.
My desk is cleared, handover done and all that’s left now is to say final goodbyes to people I spent more time with than with my friends or loved ones, return my employee ID at reception desk and ride off into the sunset on Arriva bus F70.
I think a quote from The Office sums it up perfectly:
…The people you work with are people you were just thrown together with. I mean, you don’t know them, it wasn’t your choice. And yet you spend more time with them than you do your friends or your family. But probably all you have in common is the fact that you walk around on the same bit of carpet for eight hours a day…
Is it time to celebrate?
On one hand, I do feel quite sad because a massive chapter of my life is now closing shut. I mean, will I ever see those people again? You take away all the good and the bad you experienced over the years with you. Now some small part of me doesn’t want it to end. This was a certainty in my life, great colleagues, very interesting work and a steady income every month on the 25th; I just don’t like uncertainty.
On the other hand, I know that even this hell of a ride, like all the good things in life, has to end. And now the next massive chapter is about to begin. Packing is not even remotely finished and there’s probably about a million things left to tie up before we leave, oh the joys of becoming a traveler.
How did you survive your last day at work? Did you have a few laughs, finally had a chance to vent your frustration or did you just disappear quickly and quietly?