Well, most people would say that they moved out of a company when the time was right and might rhetorically describe that very moment as when all the stars and moon to be in the right place, stroke of the pendulum or even as when the last grain of the sand in the hour glass made its final dive to the other end were all in-sync when they made that final step out of the organization. But it really wasn’t so dramatically right for me; for me, in fact it was a horrible day with tons of thought influx confusing me as to whether I made the right choice. As I was walked with the clearance form towards the administrators room to handover my id card, my hands twitched and my heart beat had risen to a faster pace and I was engrossed by emotional thoughts of how much I would miss some of the dearest people that I worked with for more than 2 years and had actually spent more than 40% of each day with them during that period.
The situation was difficult, emotional and perplexing because I really never even had thought at the first place that I was so emotional about my work place and colleagues. Some of my colleagues were more like mentors; some were like brothers/sisters; some where my college buddies; some were old crushes and some new ones; some were backstabbing A-holes and so on. But, all in all, these people were like a perfect cast in those 2 years of bitter sweet experience chapter of my life. I would never forget the effingly awesome experience that I had with the company. No matter, whether I hated the company at some point in time or whether I had differences with it -- the last working day made me somewhat forgiving and emotionally close to it.
As I was escorted out to the parking space by the security personnel after handing over my employee identity card I felt like I was being extradited out of my home land; yes, it may sound a little over made, but I really did feel very uneasy at that moment. As I started my bike and rode towards home – the ride which usually used to be pleasant, - was on that day engulfed by thoughts of motley moments flashing sporadically like memories of those fun filled birthday parties, talent day events, over-the-call jam sessions with Josh (my counterpart in US), the mouth slurping tea which I used to have at the corner bakery with my dear colleagues, playing cricket on weekends with my entire team, so on and so forth…
People, let me put this straight: you might look like a complete idiot with a confused face when you shake hands with people on the last day at work, because the urging emotions might came as a complete surprise. You might have been a maverick at work place and might be have been desperate to quit and might have not even given a damn of those final moments; but trust me, you need not be a person who needs chicken soup for the soul to sink in an uneasy feeling at that moment, it just happens to everyone. Be poised and make full use of those final moments, because, according to me workplace experience isn’t like water under the bridge, but it is more like a silver lining during difficult moments of life and could be one among the many memories which could help you tell yourself that you made the most out of your life.
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