This is my second last day at The Company.
Weird. Happy, but totally weird...
Always thought that the day I walked out of these walls I would feel like a free tart. A tart whose life sentence of slavery had been lifted. Yes, I thought I would feel pardoned...
But now as I sit here T minusing one day before I gleefully walk out these doors and onto bigger, brighter things (aka the drinking hole down the road) I feel something completely different. I almost feel sad. Not sad because I'm leaving (that I am fucking ecstatic about) but sad because... ah well, fuck I dunno really. Just have this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. Know what I'm talking about?
Maybe it's because the end of an era is upon me? Most would argue that this era has generally been a highly frustrating one that has turned me into a bitch with a huge mother fucking cause. This may very well be true but still...
You spend majority of your time at work, you pore your heart and soul into it and then it's over. You just walk away. Leave everything and every project you worked on hanging in the breeze as you sail on.
In fact the more I examine this feeling of weirdness the more I am starting to realise that I might be suffering from separation anxiety. Or maybe it's just anxiety. I know I definitely feel anxious looking at the piles of paper I will be shredding for the rest of day!
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