We’re moving office this week and in the midst of such logistic -coordination-packing chaos, I’ve been prescribed my second dose of antibiotics as the cough has evolved into a full-blown ashmatic nightmare for me. Few of us (within my team) spent a good afternoon packing close to 15 ( or more?) boxes with beads of sweat, Rudolph red noses from the dust and coughing (in my case). The killer will come when it’s time to unpack, casting that worry aside for now, I am really excited to move to the new office and to witness the dynamics the new environment will bring.
Cleared out my own office one evening and felt a sense of nostalgia as I recalled some of the wonderful memories that this room holds. It’s my first personal space in my professional career – a lot of people have come in to bare their issues to me, tears shed, unfairness raised, recognitions received- whole load of stuff that are not unfamiliar to one that works within the people department of a company.
Tomorrow, I’ll be sure to start the morning of my last day in the old office with a cup of kopi- c and yam bun from the canteen.
Tomorrow, I’ll be sure to start the morning of my last day in the old office with a cup of kopi- c and yam bun from the canteen.
For old time’s sake, for the last time at A building, SP.
J-emine's reflexionando 
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