“We hate to lose you”.
“I’ll/we’ll miss you”.
Those pharses are what possibly will haunt me throughout my final two weeks working at my first job. So many memories, hard work, sweat, and tears, put all into my eight years working there. Now… it’s all coming to an end.. an emotional, but most satisfying end that I ever had to go through for the very first time.
“I just wanna let you know.. that I just put in my final two weeks. I didn’t get the transfer, cause of *Insert reason here*. Sadly, working both here and the new job won’t be possible, cause they intercept with each other, and I’m not gonna quit my new job. I’m getting a lot of hours there, more than here. I just got a raise last week. Plus, I love where I work at. I’m not giving that up. So with that said… My final day will be *Insert date here*. I will miss you, but don’t worry.. I’ll visit”. I told two of my coworkers, in secret. Thankfully, they both understood, and told me how unfair it was that I had to go through all of that, just for, well…
There was nothing I could do last week. It was one way or the other, and I chose the other, yet better route.. which was to work the other job, and to give up two of my four of my days to someone else (I had to call off the first two days, cause I couldn’t find anyone to take them. I had no other choice). I now know how everyone else feels when working here, and why most people quit this job. I’m really hoping my big brother gets a chance to leave out here before the holiday season comes, or at least.. before 2017 ends.
Now it is time for me to say goodbye to my coworkers, supervisors, and managers (More like family) that I worked within the final two weeks of working here.
Stay tuned to the final part of this emotional reality that I’m transitioning through. It’s kinda stressful, but I’m making it through.. somehow.