The Return of the Last Day
The uncertainty of goodbyes are worst than a fickle "I will call you back". Trust me when I say that I am an expert on horrible goodbyes, and each time it seems to get worse and worse. I've had the horrid we are cutting back on OUR expenses, and we are turning your office into a storage room for printer paper. Sheesh! Those poor trees. I've also experienced the sucker punch, your co-worker is getting a promotion and we are letting you go to cut back man power. Damnit! There goes my daily trip to Chick-Fil-A.
I have a myriad of last days and goodbyes that swirl around my noggin, so I won't bore you with too much sentimental fluff. Just know that the last story ended with my desk being packed up in a box in a corner while I was away on a business trip; at least they did all the packing. Thank you for the six month supply of staples and collection of pizza menus. Pure class.
Since graduating from college I've said goodbye (jobs) over five times, some self-induced and others were comparable to the September sweeps, completely and utterly ridiculous. So I sighted them above. The worse part was saying goodbye to some of my fellow co-workers who brought sunshine to my life everyday. From there weird caffeine induced jokes, to my pillage of candy trays and to finding a restaurant that is the "The Spot" as you and your co-workers become regulars.
The most recent goodbye left me sort of confused and hopeful at the same time. Anyone who has had a loved be separated from them can tell you that the most bittersweet aspect of a goodbye is the last memory you have of seeing that person. As their body or car breaks the horizon until you can't see them anymore it seems like a little piece of you dies, and is reborn in your next reunion. That's when you have a sense of love and devotion to a person; you patiently wait until they return so they can give you what makes you whole again, themselves.
Life is but a series of beginnings and ends. I honestly can remember my first day of middle school as I said goodbye to action figures, said hello to movie dates and basement parties. I also remember being in such a rush to get out to high school that one day I didn't know who I was when I looked in the mirror. Gone was the precocious lad with scraped knees and missing teeth, now stood a lanky teenager with bad skin and braces that he adored. Then came some milestones sex, alcohol, mary jane, diving catches in left field, learning the butterfly, great grades, prom, a broken heart and graduation, in no particular order. The worst part of that good bye is a death to the familiar. People tell you all the time how you body works, and you being hormonal but no one ever explains what the words "you will never be the same ever again" actually mean.
I have a myriad of last days and goodbyes that swirl around my noggin, so I won't bore you with too much sentimental fluff. Just know that the last story ended with my desk being packed up in a box in a corner while I was away on a business trip; at least they did all the packing. Thank you for the six month supply of staples and collection of pizza menus. Pure class.
Since graduating from college I've said goodbye (jobs) over five times, some self-induced and others were comparable to the September sweeps, completely and utterly ridiculous. So I sighted them above. The worse part was saying goodbye to some of my fellow co-workers who brought sunshine to my life everyday. From there weird caffeine induced jokes, to my pillage of candy trays and to finding a restaurant that is the "The Spot" as you and your co-workers become regulars.
The most recent goodbye left me sort of confused and hopeful at the same time. Anyone who has had a loved be separated from them can tell you that the most bittersweet aspect of a goodbye is the last memory you have of seeing that person. As their body or car breaks the horizon until you can't see them anymore it seems like a little piece of you dies, and is reborn in your next reunion. That's when you have a sense of love and devotion to a person; you patiently wait until they return so they can give you what makes you whole again, themselves.
Life is but a series of beginnings and ends. I honestly can remember my first day of middle school as I said goodbye to action figures, said hello to movie dates and basement parties. I also remember being in such a rush to get out to high school that one day I didn't know who I was when I looked in the mirror. Gone was the precocious lad with scraped knees and missing teeth, now stood a lanky teenager with bad skin and braces that he adored. Then came some milestones sex, alcohol, mary jane, diving catches in left field, learning the butterfly, great grades, prom, a broken heart and graduation, in no particular order. The worst part of that good bye is a death to the familiar. People tell you all the time how you body works, and you being hormonal but no one ever explains what the words "you will never be the same ever again" actually mean.
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