Today was my second last day at work. And thank christ for that!!!!
I've had my notice in for 8 weeks. Its been so long that leaving doesn't feel real yet. I'll be glad to be out of that place. I can't help but draw comparisons between when a previous workmate left and my leaving. She got a work funded morning tea and lunch. One was planned for me but someone kicked up a stink and it got canceled.
The same coworker who left last year came back to do casual work just as I got transferred. She leaves (again) this week. Last week they took her out to lunch. To thank her for her help. I was asking for an invite and told flat out that I was not welcome to go. My friend (the coworker) felt like crap. She was stuck in the middle. Today was to be the official farewell lunch for both of us. And they refused to go. I stated to the people that I invited, that if the other people went, I would not go. I would not spend my last lunch with these people. I told that to my boss and he accepted it. He may not have liked it, but he understood. They were not welcome to my last lunch. Other people were so intimidated that they only went because the boss went. And if lunch ran over (which it did, by 3/4 of an hour) then they couldn't get into trouble for it. One person did not go at all because she had been loaded with too much work to take her lunch break.
These people do not talk to me at all. The worst instigator refused to sign a card that was there for me. Which, to be honest, is a relief. There is nothing that she could say that would be either true or nice. She is one of the most genuinely hateful souls I have ever met.
They did a collection and I am surprised that they raised enough money to buy me a pair of socks. But they got me a really pretty pair of earrings. They might not be, but they look to be white gold too. I really don't care if they are surgical steel. Its a small gift, but it takes the edge off the bitterness associated with the memories of that place.
There is only one word to describe my co workers. I'll let Fingers have the honour.
A drumroll please....