Last Day

My last day at the old job has arrived and I'm keen to get it over with.  I hate fuss about me and would quite happily slip out, unnoticed, at the end of the day.  I'm not a bit Leonine, am I?

My morning is fragranced by eight bunches of flowers, from lilies to roses to carnations, to more roses and endless "good luck" cards, lip gloss collections, lip balm collections, (they know me so well,) and a beautiful keyring bearing the words of Helen Steiner Rice, chocolates, wine, it went on and on.  I have only been there for thirteen months and this is all so unexpected.

I survive the trauma of my "presentation", largely due to the surprise nature of it, (I thought people were getting up to go for lunch and not to gather around my desk,) but mostly due to the laid back, relaxed nature of my manager who made the whole thing both lovely and touching and painless.

Some people you meet in life, we are with them for a fleeting moment, some people you connect with on such a deep level and you wish you could take them with you, but you know that you can't.  Some people, I'll miss, forever.

Just before noon, I received an email from my friend Paul who I used to sit next to at my last job, (I'll be returning to the same building three floors higher... for my new job.)  "Hello Miss J, are you excited or nervous to be returning home? xx"

He warmed my cockles, and I can't even tell you what he would say to that.  I'm nervous but yes, I do feel feel like I'm returning home and even though I'll be working with all new people, I know that I have friends three floors below me.  That is quite a comfort.

I wish I could take one person with me, from this job.  Life is a journey right?  I just hate moving on and leaving behind people that I care about, that's the part I don't like.  I wish we could keep everyone that you care about, with us, forever.