Monday, March 13, 2006

BLUNT

You wish that when you leave, it would mean something. To the people you leave behind. The place you leave.

But the godawful truth is that you don't. And typically, you leave nothing more than a little inkstain on the big textbook of things. I am remembered in my university, by a really bad acnefied photo stuck in a huge revolving board in the annex of the civil engineering building. Not too bad a tribute, considering I share spaces with people from the 1890s, and a mini plaque from some scholarship I won.

But leaving this job... nothing.

Hurtful.
Disappointed.

I suppose I deserve it. I wasn't here that long anyway. But being cut out of conversations a month before you leave, well that downright sucks doesn't it.

When our secret weapon left, we missed him. For a while. And then, it was like he was never even here.

Which is what will happen, To Me.

I'm sad.

2 Comments:

Betta Under the Radar said...

You musn't fret.

To remember for too long is too painful for your colleagues. They must move on as you are doing right now.

So says the wisdom bunny. honk. which is not me. I just speak for it.

6:58 PM, March 13, 2006  
Anonymous said...

Hey, I am missing you already!

As per what we discuss last nite, work is work. It is impersonal.
Each of us is just another body.

The organisation will not cry or fret over you when you leave them, or when you are sick or even when you are dead (oklah maybe they will send a fruit basket or flower arrangement). It exist for a specific purpose and that is what it is mainly concerned with.

BUT, your friends with whom you work with will remember and miss you. Very much.

Your friends and not the organization is what is truly important and what you should be thinking about.

2:12 AM, March 14, 2006  

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