My Sentiments make me look like shit
02-13-2009 Tuesday
Just when you thought you've already planned everything in life, life gives you a hard kick on your backside and everything else seemed to have turned a 360 degrees on you. All you can do is stand back as it all erupts in your face.
'This is all a joke' I chanted to myself as I went home from work, suddenly feeling a twinge of longing. Surprisingly, it's the kind of longing for my workplace. What the fuck is happening to me? Just yesterday I was jumping with glee because I can resign and now, here I am, after my manager made the resignation letter for me and submitted it, I somehow feel like I'm leaving the place that has became my second home.
It maybe a stressful environment and all but I have to admit, the comfy seat in the office is something that I'll miss sitting on. That's the seat where I first learned how to work, to socialize with people whose way older than me, to have a goal, to have a dream to pursue, to gain self-confidence and knowledge about the tricky do's and don'ts of your career. I maybe pissed and frustrated most of the time but it also molded me into the strong iron-clad girl that I am today. The workplace, inspite of being run by greedy bitches and cocksuckers, turned out to be a sanctuary in a way. A place where we comfort each other when we miss our sleeping families that we left at home. A place where we've celebrated birthdays, christmas, new years and other important holidays while taking stupid calls. A place where we find solace in each other's company, warm hugs and cheerful laughs as we try to distract ourselves from the calls that never fail to give us a shitload of headache.
Shit, I'll miss them. The people who work hard at night and drink beer in the wee hours of the morning. The people who knows that queuing is similar to death penalty. The people who loves to toggle the almighty Aux. The people who fakes the American Accent and delivers dumbass punchlines and bloopers while doing so. The people who picks up their own homephone and says 'Thank you for calling blah blah..". The people whose dreams, goals and hardwork are evident each time they pick up the headset, take a deep breath and start to take calls again eventhough at the back of their heads, they just wanna fuck work, go home and get some much needed sleep.
I've come to love those people. I've come to love the thick supply of tissue at the bathroom on every floor. I've come to love the monitor that I used to punch everytime I lose my thin thread of patience. I've come to love the nasty, same-as-always food at the pantry. I've come to love the cold aircon at the office eventhough it seriously freezes my ass. I've come to love staring down at the view of Pinoy Dream Academy and Pinoy Big Brother house from our 5th floor office. Geez, I've fallen in love with the company afterall.
It's over. I have two weeks to go and I'm out of NCO for good. I've resigned. The letter was signed, submittted and approved. Surprise, surprise, the resignation letter is prescise; it really does pain me to leave the company that has helped me grow. I've always thought that a resignation letter is a fat lie that you'll tell the company to suck up for the last time, but in some cases like mine, I am the very essence of those words.
posted by Monica-Lynne @ 5:44 PM
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