no flowers, no voucher, not even chocolates . . .

When, after 13 years, you walk away from the job you poured your heart into, spent more time at than you did with your family, and passed up countless better opportunities for, it’s bound to sting a bit when it dawns on you that no one bothered to get you a farewell gift.

Taking a deep breath and saying “oh well” and hoping that the disappointment will be released from my chest when I exhale.

I brought cake. I brought cake …

 

Nope, didn’t work. Still hurts. Thirteen years. No flowers, no voucher, no card, not even chocolates. Oh well.

Not a speech, not a thank you, not a good bye. 

Wow. Thirteen years.