So I held a farewell party at work. What do you say at such events? Thank you for firing me? I genuinely loved my fellow workers and I hope that came across in the ‘speech’.
I had been negotiating with work that I come back as a freelancer. Before the party I sat with them and we finalized the details and I signed my first contract. It isn’t much – around 22 hours a month, but it is income and in my comfort zone. What was nice was that I could then provide the positive slant to my leaving (including occasionally coming into the office to see everyone) – how I could go to the beach with Shaul, work whenever I fancied and for as long as I wanted. That is how I see it, and I hope that I have time for myself. (Really? Let’s see how that fits in with reality.)
I work in high-tech and we are basically slaves. Yes I earned a lot, but I worked such long hours. Life was work and not much else. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy my work and need to work to affirm myself (yes I know that isn’t healthy, but its true). So I am really hoping that I manage to strike the right balance – enough work to keep me happy and provide an income, but not too much – I want to have time to relearn about me.
What do I want to do? Well first I have started walking to the beach in the early morning with Shaul. I also hope, once the weather cools down, to go on small trips with him – maybe to walk around a part of the city and see what has happened to it during the last few years while I have been busy ignoring it, maybe to go birding in a small reserve. Just to spend a few hours outside in the middle of the week when sane people should be working hard indoors.
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