freedom tastes so sweet
Oyh.. finally.. last day at work!
I honestly didn't think this day would ever come judging by the fact that I've been forever whingeing about my job and wanted to look for another one since last year - but never really did until two months ago.
HA! My poor friends must have copped an earful.
But when I finally did it, it feels good!
At last I am breaking free from the blood-sucking, money-making corporate world (for the next two weeks anyway).
For those who aren't as familiar with the background of the story, quitting my job could mean the following to me:
1. No more "whose fart is it anyway" game at work. (Not mine!) I mean, seriously. Eew.
2. No more mini heart attacks caused by a particular he-who-cannot-be named's daily surprise sneezes.
3. No more loud breathing on my face. And stinky too.
4. No more angry bosses, unpredictable moodswings, flying folders and telephone handsets during meltdown. That's right. I work with Russell Crowe.
5. No more dead (skinned and raw and all that!) full sized suckling pigs popping up behind my back being introduced as the chef's little brother. Yeah. Wicked sense of humour. hehehehe... I think I am actually gonna miss this one! (Curious what it looks like? E-mail me for picture but I warn ya it's not for the faint-hearted, animal lovers and certainly not for vegetarians)
6. I can buy staplers whenever I want. Yippe.
Anyhoo, had a very busy last day at work. Had to finish off a lot of things before I leave the company, delegating tasks, closing off the month, and training the new guy who is going to take over my position.
Quick note, everybody: if you're in a training and you can't seem to remember what you're trainer is explaining even though she's been showing you how to do it a hundred million times, then it's time to take some notes! And it doesn't help either when you drowse off to sleep on more than one occassion while she talks. Gawd I'm not THAT boring, am I?! Sigh sigh.. patience running thin.
At the end of the day the guys at work threw a farewell bash for me. They got me a massive goodbye and goodluck card, a cookbook, and last but not least David Jones gift card (best present ever haha!).
Alcohol free since 1982 (not really), two champagne glasses later, I've forgotten how it is to walk straight.........................
I honestly didn't think this day would ever come judging by the fact that I've been forever whingeing about my job and wanted to look for another one since last year - but never really did until two months ago.
HA! My poor friends must have copped an earful.
But when I finally did it, it feels good!
At last I am breaking free from the blood-sucking, money-making corporate world (for the next two weeks anyway).
For those who aren't as familiar with the background of the story, quitting my job could mean the following to me:
1. No more "whose fart is it anyway" game at work. (Not mine!) I mean, seriously. Eew.
2. No more mini heart attacks caused by a particular he-who-cannot-be named's daily surprise sneezes.
3. No more loud breathing on my face. And stinky too.
4. No more angry bosses, unpredictable moodswings, flying folders and telephone handsets during meltdown. That's right. I work with Russell Crowe.
5. No more dead (skinned and raw and all that!) full sized suckling pigs popping up behind my back being introduced as the chef's little brother. Yeah. Wicked sense of humour. hehehehe... I think I am actually gonna miss this one! (Curious what it looks like? E-mail me for picture but I warn ya it's not for the faint-hearted, animal lovers and certainly not for vegetarians)
6. I can buy staplers whenever I want. Yippe.
Anyhoo, had a very busy last day at work. Had to finish off a lot of things before I leave the company, delegating tasks, closing off the month, and training the new guy who is going to take over my position.
Quick note, everybody: if you're in a training and you can't seem to remember what you're trainer is explaining even though she's been showing you how to do it a hundred million times, then it's time to take some notes! And it doesn't help either when you drowse off to sleep on more than one occassion while she talks. Gawd I'm not THAT boring, am I?! Sigh sigh.. patience running thin.
At the end of the day the guys at work threw a farewell bash for me. They got me a massive goodbye and goodluck card, a cookbook, and last but not least David Jones gift card (best present ever haha!).
Alcohol free since 1982 (not really), two champagne glasses later, I've forgotten how it is to walk straight.........................
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