NOTE: This post was penned (literally) first, in the pages of my notebook. No access to the office PC, as the accountants were hijacking it from their offices (Audit period is a nightmare), and I was too tired to type everything out when I got home. Fortunately, I will no longer have to endure this come next month--and this post will tell you why.
Thursday, February 5 2015
Arrived to work at seven. Was assigned to an airport transfer half an hour later.
"Est-ce que vous etes francais? I notice you're speaking to each other in French," I asked them.
"Oh, yes! We're from Paris!" the wife replied.
And the conversation got very friendly. People say I have a knack for reeling complete strangers in and making them feel like they've already known me forever. Mulut manis, according to my elders. Sangat petah berbicara, according to my teachers. Funny how I never feel the same. In my mind, I'm always the awkward, shy kid with the grace of a bull in a china shop.
I dropped them off at Departures. Ended up with the biggest tip in my history with the hotel -- one hundred ringgit. I split it with the colleague when I got back. I heard him complain a few weeks back about how his family expenses were bleeding him dry, so I thought I should share.
The superior came in at noon. I cornered her in the office before she could glance at what was on the computer screen. I wanted her to deal with me first, before anything else.
"Yes, what's up?" she asked.
I took out a sheet of paper from my folder, then handed it to her. My resignation notice.
Cool as a cucumber. Just as I expected.
"So, when do you think we can do a farewell party for you?"
OK, I totally didn't expect that.
The conversation was longer than what we would usually have. This time, I did most of the talking. She was curious about where I'd be going. It ended with a promise to check my annual leave and public holiday claims.
As of March 2nd, I'll be starting at a different organization. Back to my original line of work. Writing, communications, public relations and teaching. Lots of teaching. It is, after all, a professional training firm. I am to be the director's personal assistant, as well as the Business Development Executive for the region. Sounds like a challenge--something I have desperately been craving.
So here's to my new job and my new office.
Yes, I will have an office. Not a cubicle, not a shared office space with only one PC -- but my very own office.
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