puddle in the mud
It's been only five days since I left work. I knew I would be terribly busy since, but I never thought I would be this drained - mentally, physically and emotionally drained. It actually feels like I've been more tired now than when I was doing both my work and my school. One moment the situation's totally fine, only to be inversely proportional on the next and become much much more complicated than the reversible process formulas in my Thermodynamics class.
God, I wish I could do stenography.
Looking at the brighter side of things, I'm beginning to pass my quizzes. And as I try myself not to be mis-diverted, I try to keep myself hopeful and believing that I could pass all my subjects this term that in spite of all that's happening in my personal life right now with my relationship with my girlfriend, my friends and other people that at one point or another had mattered to me, I somehow try to remain collected.
I've learned long ago that people need to leave something in order about themselves while everything else is turning turbulent.
kilabot signing off
It was my last night at work last night.
And this is the part where I should be saying my goodbyes and looking back to the fourteen months I've been with ICT. But saying goodbyes was never my expertise and though there are a lot of things to look back on to my very first corporate experience, I feel very hollow inside right now.
Above anything else, what really matters to me is the friendships I made during my stay. If there will be something I will truly miss about my work, that will be the friends that I've left behind. Of course, I'll be sure to be meeting them again in the future, but it just feels like a big change that we will no longer be going home together in the wee hours of the morning, we will no longer be complaining together that we haven't had much sleep the morning
before, we will no longer be having lunch together at midnight, we will no longer be singing together over at Providence after work until the sun goes up, we will no longer be ogling together about our skimpily-clad officemates, we will no longer be laughing together about our grammatical errors and mispronunciations during our calls and also, we will no longer be cursing together our payroll. These habits will surely never disappear, the only difference now is that I
will no longer be sharing these habits together
On the other hand, this is one of the very few moments in my life that I felt I've done the right thing. There's no mistake in that. I know I should be giving priority to my studies right now because I'm not getting any younger. A part of me feels overwhelmingly elated that finally I've decided to focus on my studies, however, a part of me feels sad, that I'd be leaving my office and all my friends back there. I always knew that at one point, this time will come and maybe the time is now. I'm moving on, and moving ahead.
Kilabot, as Coco fondly calls me, is now signing off.