Today was my last day at the bank. I went to work this morning dreading it. I am not a big fan of the whole work environment. Once I started though, things went smoothly and time passed pretty quickly. My supervisor made the announcement that today was my last day. I was a bit awkward. Everyone wanted to know about my new position and saying that they were going to miss me. It was weird knowing people were talking about me, but not with me.
They got me a cake =) It was strawberry kiwi. Had an interesting flavour, but it was still good.
I was working the late shift so I had to stay till 6:30. Most people left at 5:15 and there were some hugs and goodbyes as people left. I am definitely going to miss the people there. They were a great bunch to work with. Some of them I've know my whole time there - they're the ones I'm going to miss the most.
I'm happy that I'm leaving and trying new things, but it wasn't until today that the fact I was leaving actually sunk in. A year ago, I was so thrilled to have gotten this job at the bank. I loved the work. I loved the people. It was the best thing (so far) that had happened for my career. It was my first "real" job.
Towards the end of the day, I realized it would be the last time I would do x and the last time I would do y. I had gotten so comfortable. Things were predictable at the bank - within a certain extent. I knew that within a day at the bank, this can happen and that can happen. I'm going to miss this predictability.
I'm scared to be leaving my "bubble" of safety within the bank. I'm going to have to learn new procedures, new behaviors, new expectations. Things are going to be different in the next few days and weeks as I get use to my new job.
Despite all my complaining about the bank, I truly have learned a lot not only about myself, but also about the world. There are so many different types of people that I interact with each day at the bank and have opened my eyes to how different and how similar people really are.
As much as I thought it wouldn't be, leaving the bank is definitely bittersweet.
They got me a cake =) It was strawberry kiwi. Had an interesting flavour, but it was still good.
I was working the late shift so I had to stay till 6:30. Most people left at 5:15 and there were some hugs and goodbyes as people left. I am definitely going to miss the people there. They were a great bunch to work with. Some of them I've know my whole time there - they're the ones I'm going to miss the most.I'm happy that I'm leaving and trying new things, but it wasn't until today that the fact I was leaving actually sunk in. A year ago, I was so thrilled to have gotten this job at the bank. I loved the work. I loved the people. It was the best thing (so far) that had happened for my career. It was my first "real" job.
Towards the end of the day, I realized it would be the last time I would do x and the last time I would do y. I had gotten so comfortable. Things were predictable at the bank - within a certain extent. I knew that within a day at the bank, this can happen and that can happen. I'm going to miss this predictability.
I'm scared to be leaving my "bubble" of safety within the bank. I'm going to have to learn new procedures, new behaviors, new expectations. Things are going to be different in the next few days and weeks as I get use to my new job.
Despite all my complaining about the bank, I truly have learned a lot not only about myself, but also about the world. There are so many different types of people that I interact with each day at the bank and have opened my eyes to how different and how similar people really are.
As much as I thought it wouldn't be, leaving the bank is definitely bittersweet.
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