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It had to end this way

I still find it hard to believe that in one and half weeks, I won't be stepping foot in my office at Basement 2. It has been a year here in this hole, but 2 and a half as a whole with the company.

Yes. I am moving on.

Eversince February, I had a series of downers at work. A lot of sleepless nights mulling over what happened to the network and the server. And, whole day at work where I try to dodge my boss so that there won't be a karaoke session (as my dear lola likes to put it).

It's all gonna end soon.

I am thinking positive about everything. My load as of the moment is so light that I have to put toothpick in my eyes to stay awake. I am trying to mend broken bridges and would like to leave with no hard feelings whatsoever to those people who have hurt me so much, may it be intentionally or not.

I am praying for more success to the company who has given me a lot of opportunities. Memories with people I've dealt with. And, friends whom I hope to keep forever. It's so heartwarming that there are people who valued my contribution. One specific lady whom I like so much gave me a farewell lunch last Monday. She's currently stationed in Beijing and was leaving last Tuesday thus the early treat.

One at a time.

With a little hop on my walk these days (especially if there's a new episode of GA), I am praying that the company I am about to join will be as welcoming as the one I am leaving. I fervently hope that I'll get along with my new boss and that I could get to make new friends.

I also hope that things won't be very tough that I have to sacrifice my time with my kids.

I am excited and scared as well. But, I just need to have faith.


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