Yesterday night, i broke the news to my ex-mentor. I felt that i owed it to him to let him know the news straight from me rather than a cold email blast (speaking of which, i need to go do a check on the status of the letter). He wasn't super shocked but still was a little taken back. I guess he didnt think that it would be this soon. Seems that management has noticed that my mood for the past month wasnt that great (really?! Am i that obvious?) and ppl were kind of speculating some stuff? We shared abit about work, family and life; joked a little. It felt nice and i was glad that i had this private time with him. As much as there are times where we pissed each other off so bad (looks like we are pretty similar in the sense that we really show our black faces when we get mad), he has taught me so much about tax and i knew he was one of the few who spoke up for me during appraisal when highly irrelevant remarks were made (shakes fist at some ppl). For that, i am forever grateful.
I am glad that i have decided to sit through the one last peak with the best bunch of colleagues i could ever ask for. For once, i dont dread the crazy late nights; getting high on caffeine (ooh starbucks!); fighting over the printer; the natural gathering at E's table joking about anything and everything over the many many packed-in dinners; etc. It has been nothing short of an awesome four years. Thank you so much to you guys and best of luck.
P.s: why is my bag so bloody effing heavy???? I only have my wallet, my pouch of lippies, my rilakkuma pouch with the key to my gate, my kindle, my hp charger, an apple, a mini mirror, some knicknac... Oh right. Okay. #woesofagirl
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