In this last month or so at work, we wait with nervous anticipation at the sole mercy and direction of management, as to when it will be our last day.
Our job responsibilities have started migrating interstate – people will be starting to do our job, over there, in a number of days.
The countdown is on.
And today a work colleague observed something. She commented how our workload was reducing slowly, and in no time it would be the very small workload we used to have back in the day, when we first walked through those doors, many years ago.
A small workload, minuscule, compared to our job today. Weirdly, we observed that as we are nearing the end of our work days, we are coming full circle.
It isn’t just the workload though. I realised that not only were we going back in time with how much (or should I say, how little) we were meant to be doing… but we were also going back about a decade, to the same group of people.
Because those who had come after me, were already gone. Going. They had taken early leave… found another job… or left conveniently right when all of this craziness began.
Leaving me, and the original crew.
Those who were there when I arrived. Those who came shortly after. Those who were in other departments, but ended up joining ours over time.
It was going back, to the good ol’ days.
And although I share some special friendships with those who have already left… there is something nostalgic about walking out of those doors for the last time, alongside those you walked in with.
I know, it will be hard.
I say that I can’t wait to turn my back on the Docklands Winter and never have to work within its windy grasp again… but on that last shift, I will pause, and look at the water shimmering amidst boats in the morning dawn, and reflect.
I know I can’t wait to never have to set my alarm again for the insane hour of 5am… but come Wednesdays, and I’ll be wondering where all my colleagues are.
And I know I can’t wait to move on, and go onto bigger and better things… because I know they are waiting for me…
But it’ll be terribly bittersweet. I have been there for over 11 years. About a third of my life. And the friendships I’ve made, the drunk stories from Christmas parties I can tell, the gossip I’ve been privy to, the big news items I broke, the laughter, emails, in-jokes, work lingo, industry speak, insider knowledge, hour long d&ms, and the 45,721 coffee runs I’ve walked…
I know I will cry. People might put on a show and act like they don’t care.
But I do. The people and the memories will be with me always.
And so, it makes sense that at the end of the production line, we are slowly heading back, to day 1.
And with all that said… I don’t mind if they drag this out, just a little longer.
I will stay. I will wait.