I wanted to write about how I was feeling this morning at work today, so I typed the following on Notepad:
Listening to Missy Higgins’ (not so) new album, On A Clear Night, while thinking about why I’m leaving such a great place to work at. I have to remember that I’m doing this for the sake of furthering my studies. I have to focus on this. My dad always said, “Go a step further than I did, and you have your life made.”My dad’s qualification was a HND. I regret not knowing what it was, but I know if I look into the small library that is now our maid’s room, I will find his past assignments that I used to marvel at. I digress. So I’m doing this for myself and my dad. I want to prove to him that I can do great in life.
I personally think I’m doing OK now with my HND, especially with the job opportunities that I’ve been given. Sometimes you wish you can work at three different places at one time. (Of course, still maintaining the eight office hours.)
I feel like history is repeating itself. I am finding it hard not to think about leaving this place, but it is there in the air around me. I can already feel the tears coming, it’s ridiculous.
I’ve finished every task I was assigned. I didn’t get to be assigned much since I’ve only been here for one month and a half. I managed to translate an English manual to Bahasa Melayu with the help of a thick as heck thesaurus (and a great friend), I managed to be trained in Project Management, and I managed to make real, good friends here in that short span of time.
I will miss my friends the most. What’s different this time is that, I won’t be in the same building with my friends anymore, the way it was with The Company. Now I won’t be in the same building as both my friends at The Company and The Statutory Body! I won’t get to see them, and catch up with them for even five seconds! Sigh. Sad thought, this.
I want to write a goodbye e-mail now. Nothing too sappy, I hope. Hehe.
So I wrote that e-mail. Finished it, and went off for lunch with 10 other people at Excapade Gadong. These people were those who I’ve worked with for the past month and a half. Laughs were had, great food.. nothing else you could ask for. Maybe an extended lunch hour, haha. But that aside, it was a great lunch, and here’s a picture after we had eaten.
From left: Ariffin, Yunn Nee, Mumtaz, myself, Noreen (non-IT), Suhardi, Chian, Hermi, Azlan. Back: Man, Keith.
Uneventful afternoon, at the beginning. I didn’t have much to do, so I pestered the boys during their discussion, and Keith, one of my colleagues, played along. I was looking at the notebook he was going to write in, and I told him I wanted to write something. Instead of just ignoring me, he said somewhere along the lines of, “Write with your left hand. It is said that if you write with your non-writing hand, it shows the maturity of your right brain.”
I told him I wasn’t ambidextrous, in a way warning him that my writing would be appalling. In the end, it resembles a six-year-old’s handwriting! Hahaha. Impressive. Not.
So yea, like I said, nothing eventful happened (at first.)
Then I told Mumtaz that I wanted to go downstairs to the server room, and wondered if she’d like to come with. I usually go down there when I don’t have anything to do, or needed some inspiration on how to solve the now-out-of-my-hands program. She said, “Yes, we’re supposed to go down anyway. We have a meeting.”
I didn’t realize the bit that we were to have the meeting in the server room was a bit peculiar, so I went with it.
When I was down there, she came by, and said to me that HR was looking for me as I had a form to sign. Before I went, she said, “Bah, jangan batah-batah ah, ketani ada meeting ni!” I gave her a weird look, saying, “Since when do meetings have to wait for me?”
Being a seasoned trickster myself, I can’t believe how I didn’t realize that they had something in store for me. And there was. When I went back down, everyone was there, and the acting IT Manager said that she was going to pass it on to my superior to talk. This never happens. Seriously. People just start talking at meetings/discussions that they don’t have to pass whatever on to anyone to start the meeting.
Then when my superior, Chian, started to say, “On behalf of IT department..”, it dawned on me! How could I have not seen this coming?? Really. So we had a small thing going downstairs, and they gave me a little present which I am absolutely loving at this minute! (Which I’m going to show in a bit.) They also forced a “speech” out of me.. and I had to stop before I started crying. LOL.
Lawa ah? It’s white gold. 
Thanks, everyone! Hugs!
Went back up to finish the last half hour of my last day at The Statutory Body. When it was time to go, I took a deep breath. First person I said goodbye to was Mumtaz, the one I had grown the closest to. We hugged, and that’s where the pipes burst. Literally. Tears were flowing down my cheeks, and I didn’t know how to stop them! I had to get away and say goodbye to the rest that was left in the office.
Ka Dziah, our acting IT Manager, was next. Fresh tears started! It was stupid, I thought. I looked downright ridiculous. Then somehow pictures were taken and I said more goodbyes. I didn’t feel like leaving. I really didn’t.
Before I left the office, though, two girls from another department that I’ve gotten chummy with wanted to say goodbye. I walked out with them, took a picture for memory’s sake, and said goodbye.
I left something in the office as well, so I had to get back in and grab it. How embarrassing.
I walked to my car, hopped in, and zoomed off. Unbelievably, I CRIED IN THE CAR! Funnily enough, the songs on my CD were sad songs, like Babyface’s What If. Great timing. My car’s audio system really knows how to work the waterworks!
Sigh. I am genuinely going to miss the people there. Especially my friends! Oh, how I made friends there. I’ve grown close to them in one and a half month, imagine what a few more months can do??
Ugh. I think I’m going to start crying again. 
(Note: I will upload more pictures soon, even the silly ones. I’m a bit knackered at the moment so give me the weekend. 
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