Farewell bitches!

Tomorrow is my last day in my current job.

Onwards and upwards awaits me.

I’m in two minds as to what I am expecting and what will actually happen tomorrow.

One, my team will probably either (a) hold a morning tea, (b) a lunch for me, or (c) an afternoon tea in my honour… yes, we communication experts have a wild imagination.

Something with food is a given… its more about them, than me… they want to get out of the office because Fridays are nightmare days for us. Or for them now. 

It’s what my boss may or may not say that is what is intriguing me a little more than it should because why do I care? Part of me thinks he may redeem himself and acknowledge the eight years of dedication and loyalty I have shown to his team… or he will say it’s only a three month stint in the other team; you’ll be back because everyone always comes back to my team.

I think it’s latter and believe me, he has actually said these words to former staff.

I partly want to tell him to shove the job up his arse, while I do a cartwheel down the corridor, screaming wahoo the whole way down.

I’m thinking that’s the way to go.

And while it is officially only a three month stint, I have no intention of returning to that job because of so many reasons but the main reasons is that I have outgrown that place and no longer have anything left to give. And it return has nothing left to offer.

I spoke with another colleague who is also leaving our little nest, and she expressed almost identical reasons for why she was leaving, as mine. Ironically funny. She, as I, is tired of being expected to do more than others, who failed to even come half way to the work load we do. She, as I, is tired of the lack of support and leadership. And she, as I, is tired. 

I love my profession. I love to write. I love to talk. I love being around people. Everything that my job is.

So I am not saying goodbye to my career tomorrow, only goodbye to my job.

I hope tomorrow goes quickly.

I am already thinking about what I am doing after work tomorrow night… and it won’t be anything related to my job.