Of The End of the road

6 Jul 2007.. finally i am officially released from the bondage of work with the division.. while i had initially wanted to serve for at least 2 years and even staying on till i complete my studies.. i must admit that the people i serve never did enough to make sure i can stay and contribute..

my deepest guilt will be the fact that my direct boss will feel the greatest loss from my departure.. not because of my competence/imcompetence.. but simply because from the way the division works, my direct boss needs to do all the shit that people CHOOSE not to do.. and basically no one really cares if she works her ass off to make them look good.. it doesn't help that the division head says that all this is to raise her profile.. he had better fight for her.. or may he be damned..

but for now, my direct boss and my division head are all my ex-bosses.. and i leave the place with a slight sense of loss.. for the things that i have helped to built up and maintained, for the friendship and the many hellos and goodbye i exchange daily..

the cisco guards,
the security guards in blue,
the auntie that cleans the office,
the young man that brings the papers into the office,
the smiles, laughters and chatters of young men at the cubicle..
the 20 year old that can outshine others with much more,
the tummy that i adore,
the overworked inspector,
the fun talk at cold siberia,
the indian on the other end,
the guy with his cool fishtank,
the aunties and friends on the 15th floor,
the beauty of 3i
the cold court of level 3
the warm sun that hits the street soccer court
the steps ramming against the threadmill
the beep from the stupid smart lift door
the road to the north-eastern part of singapore
the slow lift up the fun 4th floor
the chatter among the newest unit of all
the faces of three of them all
the look of the parade floor
the container that is now a cozy lounge
the white horse that speeds when the accelerator gets more
so much and so much more




Sometimes goodbye is the only way - Glad to be out