So did you hear the latest office gossip? Ryan the security guard quit his job because you’re a giant douche-mobile. That’s right, you’re a douche on wheels. Or perhaps a decorative sculpture hanging above a baby douche’s crib. The gossip didn’t specify. -Linda, Better Off Ted
This is what I looked like this morning, seat dancing and singing along with Britney Spears on my way to work. This is for you Impulsive! Hot right? I know it.
It’s my very last day of work. A little over 4 years ago I started this job as a Help Desk Technician. I have answered thousands of calls from all different types of clients. There were the needy calls. The grumpy calls. The downright bitchy calls. The clueless, shouldn’t even be touching a computer calls. I am so excited to be answering the last calls.
I know I will have to continue to do tech support for my family and friends. I’ve been the reluctant family tech for years. But I can say no if I want to. No longer will I have to listen patiently while my idiot client says things like, “I can’t get to the google.” I am done. Done with a snarky manager who was always pretending to be my friend while backstabbing me. Done with the awkward quietness that is the office. Who knew four people in an office building could be so silent? Done with the 2 hour PER DAY commute (This view in the am was pretty though, I must admit).
Done with the tendinitis in my wrists. Done with the 9 hours a day plus of sitting at a desk. DONE.
But I will miss my five finger discount office supplies. Don’t act like you don’t do it too! And I will miss the office administrative assistant. She was hired last year part time and she’s made the past 12 months bearable. She’s my mother’s age and she reminds me of her in so many ways. We’ve shared recipes, swapped funny stories, and she always managed to cheer me up. We gossiped about work and she spoiled Monkey rotten. She cried when I gave my 2 week notice.
She brought in a going away present for Monkey yesterday that just cracked me up. There was also some bubbly for me (YAY!). Monkey was thrilled.
I promised to stay in touch with her, and I am sure we will keep up with each other through email. She was always good at respecting the work relationship and knowing that even though we were pals, we were coworkers too. Something my manager never seemed to get.
She asked me if I had any regrets after I put in my notice and I told her not a one. “Good, that’s how you know you made the right choice,” she said. I know that I did, and I am so, so so excited for what’s next.