Yesterday, Friday 2 November 2012, I had my farewell barbecue at work.
Speeches were made, mainly about how they’ll miss my sense of humor, less about my fabulous work ethic… I’ve only been there a year and half the staff have known me for less than 6 months, but it was still a really beautiful send off. If I was a hugger, I would have smothered everyone there.
I did hug JT, because she’s known me since I was about 13 and because she hugged me first. I owe her so much, mainly for landing me this great job in the first place, but also for her encouraging words and her staunch support of the West Coast Eagles in spite of their difficulties (cough cough, Ben Cousins, cough).
After the speeches came the presents (I love presents!), which took about 5 minutes to unwrap because someone had used a whole roll of sticky tape to wrap the cellophane around the basket. I ended up using a plastic disposable knife to slice right through the tape. Whoever thinks those things aren’t sharp (airport security) is seriously deluding themselves.
In the basket I got a metal flask, engraved ‘Happy Travels’. I asked them why they didn’t put my name on it, to which AB, the only ‘serious’ long-term solo traveler in the office (although others do go on some pretty cool trips), responded
‘Just in case you are smuggling something in the flask, the police won’t be able to tie it to you. You can pull a Schapelle Corby and say someone planted it on you’
Yeah.. cause that worked so well for her. I’m not quite sure what this says about my reputation at work.