This past Friday was my last day at the old job. The office had a small going away party for me with cake and a few presents. It was bittersweet. I was in tears at one point. I did not think it would be this hard to leave. Everyone was so sweet and nice. Damnit! I just wanted to work and leave quietly. But it felt great to be acknowledged for my efforts, even if I didn’t get it right all the time, and was always getting bawled out about a procedural error.
Thankfully, it was a quiet day. No clients to deal with. The supervisor came by to take the work phone and the keys to the building. I had no problem turning over the keys, but letting go of the work phone was hard. Since I dost not have internet at home, I was using the work phone to watch videos. I plan on switching to Verizon Wireless. No matter where I go, I always get a decent signal. That is not the case with my Straight Talk phone.
My office mate was off, so I had the office all to myself. He likes to listen to 95.5 K Love, a Christian radio station, formerly a rock station for many moons. I like to listen to alternative rock. Being that I dost not follow Christianity, the music annoyed me. Then there was the begging. $20/month, then it dropped to $15, then $10. Really? I felt like they were grovelling. I felt disgusted. Every few minutes, both disc jockeys were repeating the 1-800 number to call. Reminded me of those Oral Roberts telethons that used to annoy me back in the day. Only by listening to my YouTube playlist did I keep myself from going insane. I definitely will not miss those days. But I will miss my conversations about Latin culture with Valentina, picking the brain of the resident nurse Cathy about medications, and getting an update about the soccer season from soccer mom Nicole.
Yesterday I had oral surgery, and I’m recovering at the moment. I needed to get it done before the insurance expires at the end of the month. I’m still feeling sore, but at least I’m not spitting up as much blood as yesterday. And I was not supposed to spit. But having to swallow my own blood was really disgusting. But I had no choice. Then on this coming Saturday, I need to have blood drawn. That always turns into a farce because the phlebotomist never gets it on the first attempt. That’s why I always ask for the most experienced person in the office. I dost not like being used as a pin cushion, and I hate needles.
So here’s to new hopes, new dreams, new beginnings with the new job. Away I go!