My last day at work was good.
For a moment, I was kind of choked up. If there is one thing that I know I would miss, would be my team.
I have always had the luck of having a good team. My previous team was as awesome as the team I have had with my recent job.
I do feel kind of guilty, somehow. But, I don't think my feeling miserable would contribute to their well being.
I feel a sense of release when I stepped out of the office. One of my long time ex staff followed me to the lift and we hugged before I left for the HR office.
A colleague of mine treated me to drinks and dinner right after and I joined the usual suspects after that for the obligatory Friday night.
I arrived home feeling unburdened, and went straight into doing my laundry that has been delayed for three weeks. I hardly have the time to have a proper life for the last 9 months. I never enjoyed Sundays. I dread Sundays, and Saturdays were too short.
Right after laundry, I replaced the sheets for my bed and mopped the floor. The chores made me happy. At last, I am able to do the things that I have not been able to do for the past 9 months.
I have always been moody, and withdrawn, and mostly tired on weekends. Mentally tired. I would be sitting and meditating, begging for peace. After that I would sit on the reading chair with a mug of coffee, trying to read, usually failing to do so. I would be thinking about Monday, on Saturday evening.
Yes, it was that bad. It's strange that I have never felt that way before.
Things will be better, I have always gone with the flow of things that the Universe decide for me.
I just hope my dilapidated self esteem will heal quickly.
--
N, a dear friend I have been seeing, told me that the mole on my back was growing.
'It also feels kind of, floppy.' He said. Concerned, he urged me to go to a skin clinic near my office.
So in that one hour appointment with the doctor, he told me that I shouldn't be alarmed.
Although he said, he will be sending it for a biopsy, as he can see some discoloration at the middle of the mole.
So this happened (Warning : This might be 'gross')
Procedure was fast. Almost no pain, except for the anaesthetist jab. It was numb.
And so, my mark was gone, and if I am going to believe the superstition surrounding a back mole, I should be feeling unburdened.
This was two days before my last day... so I thought... Fair enough.
--
Last year's Halloween, my ex team did this --
This year, Halloween was my last day at work. And the office decided that they should be celebrating Diwali, on October 31st.
That said, I am pretty glad I am no longer affiliated to that organization.
And to celebrate the day after Halloween, I practiced my asanas, like this -
Happy Halloween Yogis. Namaste witches!
For a moment, I was kind of choked up. If there is one thing that I know I would miss, would be my team.
I have always had the luck of having a good team. My previous team was as awesome as the team I have had with my recent job.
I do feel kind of guilty, somehow. But, I don't think my feeling miserable would contribute to their well being.
I feel a sense of release when I stepped out of the office. One of my long time ex staff followed me to the lift and we hugged before I left for the HR office.
A colleague of mine treated me to drinks and dinner right after and I joined the usual suspects after that for the obligatory Friday night.
I arrived home feeling unburdened, and went straight into doing my laundry that has been delayed for three weeks. I hardly have the time to have a proper life for the last 9 months. I never enjoyed Sundays. I dread Sundays, and Saturdays were too short.
Right after laundry, I replaced the sheets for my bed and mopped the floor. The chores made me happy. At last, I am able to do the things that I have not been able to do for the past 9 months.
I have always been moody, and withdrawn, and mostly tired on weekends. Mentally tired. I would be sitting and meditating, begging for peace. After that I would sit on the reading chair with a mug of coffee, trying to read, usually failing to do so. I would be thinking about Monday, on Saturday evening.
Yes, it was that bad. It's strange that I have never felt that way before.
Things will be better, I have always gone with the flow of things that the Universe decide for me.
I just hope my dilapidated self esteem will heal quickly.
--
N, a dear friend I have been seeing, told me that the mole on my back was growing.
'It also feels kind of, floppy.' He said. Concerned, he urged me to go to a skin clinic near my office.
So in that one hour appointment with the doctor, he told me that I shouldn't be alarmed.
Although he said, he will be sending it for a biopsy, as he can see some discoloration at the middle of the mole.
So this happened (Warning : This might be 'gross')
Procedure was fast. Almost no pain, except for the anaesthetist jab. It was numb.
And so, my mark was gone, and if I am going to believe the superstition surrounding a back mole, I should be feeling unburdened.
This was two days before my last day... so I thought... Fair enough.
--
Last year's Halloween, my ex team did this --
This year, Halloween was my last day at work. And the office decided that they should be celebrating Diwali, on October 31st.
That said, I am pretty glad I am no longer affiliated to that organization.
And to celebrate the day after Halloween, I practiced my asanas, like this -
