I’d resigned and today was my last day of work. I decided to complete my 9-hr office duty and resume clearance-signing next week since my now ex-boss had requested me to do so. My now ex-manager treated me and my now ex-teammates to lunch in a Taiwanese resto. I don’t remember what was on the menu but it was good and I sure got a full tummy when we got out.
So my day went as usual, like the past 890 days of work — answering obvious questions with obvious answers (I wonder how they keep asking the same questions and never learn anything at all), monitoring the network for downtime, checking emails, etc. as my now ex-teammates were having a mini-training session with the network admin.
Time went by fast and it was time to go home. Oh gawd! That was one hell of a ride and I don’t mean it in a good way. T’was literally hell! Guess what. I was stuck in traffic for over an hour. Yup! It wasn’t new to me getting stuck in traffic but every time it happens, it makes me want to move the hell out of this place so bad — but that’s the bad part of the story. The great thing about today though is that I’m 11 days away from leaving this hellish place. Yup! I said it! I’m going home very, very soon. I have mixed feelings about going home though. Regardless, one thing I know for sure: home is better than here.
I learned a lot, traveled to a few places I’ve never been to, earned a few friends.
No regrets coming. No regrets leaving.
But you know what the other good news is? I ate and fought over two bowls of hot, spicy ramen with my boyfriend tonight and it was so tummyliciously good.
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The Impossible Gurl 