Saturday, May 19, 2012

G minus 17

My colleagues gave me a send-off party yesterday.  It was so unexpected, it came as a complete surprise.  By dint of some slick manoeuvres, they got me out of the office so they could get the decorations and cake into the meeting room, which is located directly behind my cubicle.  I even walked past the team members who chose the card they all signed while they paid for it and was not one bit the wiser.

I was astonished, and honestly have never had a nicer send-off.  Considering that I have worked with them for the shortest period I have ever been employed full-time, it speaks to the quality of the team spirit at this particular place that they felt it was necessary to do this for me.  I was not the least bit reluctant to give the expected "speech" and spent it praising them individually and collectively for the welcome, the training, the encouragement and the camaraderie I was so fortunate to experience.

So, now we're at G minus 17, as a clever friend of ours described it, a description I was pleased to adopt.  I am going fully into moving mode now.  I hope to get a few boxes to start packing away my books, and I will pack away all the clothes I won't wear in the following week and those I don't plan to take with me.  I need to have my spaces clear so I can begin cleaning them down.  I intend for cleaning to be a multi-day project rather than a one or two day event, as I will be scattering some appointments through the various days.

One such appointment is to see a dermatologist.  While I am fortunate enough to be married to a man who literally loves me "warts and all", I have long wrestled with self-consciousness over those on my face and neck and have decided to have them dealt with.  I think it's appropriate that I start my new phase in life with a fresh look, and not carry some of the image issues I have had here with me.  This treatment is unlikely to rid me of all of them, but at the least the most obvious ones will go.  There are some that look like freckles, I find those unremarkable and do not care if they remain.

Another appointment is to see to my bank account, as I have some monthly commitments attached to it that I need to sign paperwork for it to cease.  Not looking forward to that, getting service at my branch involves waiting for an hour to be seen for 10 minutes.  I will be staying with the same bank in Canada, and plan to keep this account open to do any business necessary in Jamaica.

So, on with the show!

2 comments:

  1. That was thoughtful of them. They sound like the epitome of a true work family.

    What I like is that you can take pleasant memories about your last place of employment with you, instead of the others.

    All's well that ends well. :-)

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    1. Thanks, Nadine! Yes, it is great to have pleasant memories of a workplace to go with me. :)

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