Exit stage right.
“We heard. True ah?”
“So soon! Why?”
“Where are you going?”
“When’s your last day?”
“So secretive lah you!”
Word travels fast, and I spent two weeks fielding questions, left and right.
One thing still has not changed: bloody hell, I am such a bad, bad liar.
Does not stop word from getting around, though.
I tried to refrain from being too emotionally attached to the workplace: to stop being all sentimental, to not feel guilty about leaving, and all that bullshit; but it did not work.
The final day came, and my heart seemed to weigh tonnes heavier. Thank-you cards all given out, I made a quick, hasty exit to fight back the tears.
It is not so much the place that I will miss, but its people. Above all, it will always be fondly remembered as my first foray into the working world.
So next week, I will have to go through that darned routine: shake hands with strangers, memorise new names and faces, shown to a brand new cubicle, handle new tasks.
Yes, I surprised myself by making this big leap, too. Sadly, I am not proud of it.
On air now: Soul Meets Body, Death Cab for Cutie