Even though tomorrow is my last day at my job, it is still so surreal. Thinking about being here every day for the past 3 years and then after tomorrow, never coming back, is a very strange feeling. I can't imagine leaving a job after working somewhere for 30 years or something.
On Monday I thought that Philip and I were meeting his hockey friend and his hockey friend's wife at Medici for dinner. As we were waiting for them to arrive, I see my boss and one of my colleagues come over. Then all of a sudden everyone from the department is coming out of the woodwork of the restaurant. A surprise going-away dinner for me. It was fantastic and again, kind of surreal. I was showered with thoughtful words and gifts. I am so lucky to have worked here and am fearful that I'll never have this kind of work experience/relationship again. I think everyone must feel this way when they leave this office. So blessed.
On Monday I thought that Philip and I were meeting his hockey friend and his hockey friend's wife at Medici for dinner. As we were waiting for them to arrive, I see my boss and one of my colleagues come over. Then all of a sudden everyone from the department is coming out of the woodwork of the restaurant. A surprise going-away dinner for me. It was fantastic and again, kind of surreal. I was showered with thoughtful words and gifts. I am so lucky to have worked here and am fearful that I'll never have this kind of work experience/relationship again. I think everyone must feel this way when they leave this office. So blessed.
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