farewell to old job
at about 4pm when Sab called I went to my supervisor and asked "A friend that I may never see again is here to visit: can I talk to her or do you want me to do something for my last 60 minutes?"
So I spent the last hour of work talking to Sabby, who I didn't end up visiting at the beach for a last surf (too much driving, too much rush and deadline making), and hugged her and said goodbye. To everyone at work, I waved my hand and smiled. In the last 14 days I've received a major job offer, mulled it over, accepted, resigned, negotiated a salary, given notice on my flat, found replacement tenant, sold furniture, moved belongings, changed address, emailed acquaintances and farewelled friends. I'd run out of goodbye speeches, didn't even have any thoughts. Said something along the lines "I've been lucky to be here, I've learnt a lot", and left it enigmatically bare for them to work out what I learnt. Quite frankly I was hungover and tired from my farewell dinner the night before, after we'd left the restaurant my boss/mentor/writer of good references too me out to a wine bar for a farewell drink and some career advice (keep communicating; don't underestimate yourself; knowing what you want to solve is half the battle) and compliments (he was particularly impressed with my management of doctors). So it's all over; the best bit about my job was the other people from other disciplines, I enjoyed their company. Oh, there were some good individuals I worked with too... Oh and one of my patients cried when farewelling me, hadn't realised how much she'd got out of having me around. That was good (for me, not her).
So I spent the last hour of work talking to Sabby, who I didn't end up visiting at the beach for a last surf (too much driving, too much rush and deadline making), and hugged her and said goodbye. To everyone at work, I waved my hand and smiled. In the last 14 days I've received a major job offer, mulled it over, accepted, resigned, negotiated a salary, given notice on my flat, found replacement tenant, sold furniture, moved belongings, changed address, emailed acquaintances and farewelled friends. I'd run out of goodbye speeches, didn't even have any thoughts. Said something along the lines "I've been lucky to be here, I've learnt a lot", and left it enigmatically bare for them to work out what I learnt. Quite frankly I was hungover and tired from my farewell dinner the night before, after we'd left the restaurant my boss/mentor/writer of good references too me out to a wine bar for a farewell drink and some career advice (keep communicating; don't underestimate yourself; knowing what you want to solve is half the battle) and compliments (he was particularly impressed with my management of doctors). So it's all over; the best bit about my job was the other people from other disciplines, I enjoyed their company. Oh, there were some good individuals I worked with too... Oh and one of my patients cried when farewelling me, hadn't realised how much she'd got out of having me around. That was good (for me, not her).
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