Tsuzuku*
Contrary to what I thought, the end doesn’t come with a bang but a whimper.
I took my last call, I spoke with the last customer. I log out from my avaya and my computer. No, the sky did not open up, there were no rays of light and there were no songs of jubilation.
I resigned from work. I’m off to a different start.
Some people, when you speak to them before they leave, they would say: they felt tired, wronged, cheated; they were moving to greener pastures - they going to a better company; this one ripped them off of their potential; the management didn’t take care of them; or plainly just became sick of it all. I didn’t felt that, although I also don’t feel like that I’m at a loss, too.
For me, I really don’t like saying "I will miss you" or "goodbye" when parting. I mean, hello, I’m not going to die or go to a different word/dimension. Will there not be a way to communicate? It’s not like there will never BE a possibility that we will meet again, right? Why lament on the days that we will not see each other, would it be rather be better to look forward to day we will be able to again?
Instead of saying "goodbye", I prefer the word "later."
Oh yeah, my last call was with a lady. We parted with a "later", too.
So, to my ex-co-workers, laterz ~
