I ended work last week.

Yeah, after 5 1/2 months, I'M FINALLY FREE TO BECOME A GOOD-FOR-NOTHING COUCH POTATO *throws confetti and begins on customary longass reflection post*

In all seriousness, I didn't and still don't regret resigning. My family members kept trying to hint not-so-subtly that I should stay on throughout and earn more money, but I guess that actually solidified my resolve because I've always taken an unhealthy pleasure in doing the opposite of what they want me to do. (Though usually I wouldn't, because I'm conflict-adverse and care about their approval way too much fml)

But I digress.

I didn't think it would be quite so sentimental. At the office itself it was still alright, just like a pretty normal day. But it was only after I went home that it dawned on me just how much I'd miss my colleagues.When I say colleagues, I mainly refer to the few whom I've been spending my lunches with over the past few months. They were really what balanced out the negativity from unpleasant aspects of work and the idea of not being able to see them everyday anymore hit me hard. :'(

As for the others...honestly, I wasn't close to them. I know most of their faces would inevitably fade into the recesses of my mind, lingering at the edges of my memory until they blur or even disappear with time. I can deal with that. But strangely enough, the thought just makes me feel kind of sad. It's like our connections with most people in our lives are so fragile...they could be right in front of you all the time in one period of your life; you vaguely register their presence everyday; then after that a new chapter begins and they become insignificant once again. I guess people come and go all the time, but they leave behind lessons, feelings and experiences which remain far longer than their actual presence.

Looking back, I don't regret the past few months. It had its fair share of limitations and unpleasantness, but I think I have learnt quite alot from my experience and I wouldn't have it any other way. A senior colleague/trainer once mentioned how there are 3 'P's you should consider in every job: Pay, People, Passion, and the order of importance is up to every individual. Thinking from that angle, I realise I'd been pretty fortunate to have found this job (though admittedly it is difficult, almost impossible, to be passionate about customer service, since you're pretty much hearing bullshit from bullshit people everyday)

The weeks ahead are now back to being blank and idle. It's terrifying. But also liberating. And I'm looking forward to it!

I ended work last week.

Yeah, after 5 1/2 months, I'M FINALLY FREE TO BECOME A GOOD-FOR-NOTHING COUCH POTATO *throws confetti and begins on customary longass reflection post*

In all seriousness, I didn't and still don't regret resigning. My family members kept trying to hint not-so-subtly that I should stay on throughout and earn more money, but I guess that actually solidified my resolve because I've always taken an unhealthy pleasure in doing the opposite of what they want me to do. (Though usually I wouldn't, because I'm conflict-adverse and care about their approval way too much fml)

But I digress.

I didn't think it would be quite so sentimental. At the office itself it was still alright, just like a pretty normal day. But it was only after I went home that it dawned on me just how much I'd miss my colleagues.When I say colleagues, I mainly refer to the few whom I've been spending my lunches with over the past few months. They were really what balanced out the negativity from unpleasant aspects of work and the idea of not being able to see them everyday anymore hit me hard. :'(

As for the others...honestly, I wasn't close to them. I know most of their faces would inevitably fade into the recesses of my mind, lingering at the edges of my memory until they blur or even disappear with time. I can deal with that. But strangely enough, the thought just makes me feel kind of sad. It's like our connections with most people in our lives are so fragile...they could be right in front of you all the time in one period of your life; you vaguely register their presence everyday; then after that a new chapter begins and they become insignificant once again. I guess people come and go all the time, but they leave behind lessons, feelings and experiences which remain far longer than their actual presence.

Looking back, I don't regret the past few months. It had its fair share of limitations and unpleasantness, but I think I have learnt quite alot from my experience and I wouldn't have it any other way. A senior colleague/trainer once mentioned how there are 3 'P's you should consider in every job: Pay, People, Passion, and the order of importance is up to every individual. Thinking from that angle, I realise I'd been pretty fortunate to have found this job (though admittedly it is difficult, almost impossible, to be passionate about customer service, since you're pretty much hearing bullshit from bullshit people everyday)

The weeks ahead are now back to being blank and idle. It's terrifying. But also liberating. And I'm looking forward to it!

My name is Felicia and my dearest ambition is to bounce on clouds while eating Twix.

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