It's been a journey - I have travelled 4 countries during the last 7 months all for leisure purposes. It's a life lots of people envied. It's a life everyone seek.
India, Thailand, The Netherlands, Switzerland.
India and Thailand were with family. Europe was a solo trip. True - I was mad to travel half the world to visit 2 friends and for Queen's Day (something I said I will do it since 2012). Little did anyone know that it was in Europe I met the realities of life, the need to seek solance and the time to self reflect. Yes, I was alone most of the time in Australia last year. However, the mind was focusing on the site work and its challenges.
After I came back and sat in office, all I see was people racing against time and most doing the things they loved. They are surrounded by colleagues, with loved ones - so full of life. The few and rare knew I am here without colleagues, and no one greets me "Good morning". I tried to stay cheery by greeting myself each time I step into an empty office. After my bosses have relocated back to Australia 3 years ago, I am running the office solo - I am the boss of which I have no entity and/ or shares in the company.
I prayed for projects, for growth and expansion, for my bosses to stay focus and maintain in good health, for contacts to come by. I went for networking sessions and made new contacts (and amazingly became slightly closer with one because we met again on the bus to work). I was still going nowhere.
On one hand, I was glad there are no office politics to deal with but I was increasing envious of others who had colleagues to chill on Friday nights, a time for chat and so on...
Call me shallow but even a hermit needs to be surrounded by people. Going to church makes me sane. There were few who stood by since the day my bosses relocated but I believe I drove them crazy by the frequent text messages. They have a life to lead. I was some needy creature who needs the attention.
At the same time, I was surrounded by others who have moved onto a new phase in life. My cousin quit her job for further studies. Others are a change in status - marriage, finding a life partner, starting their family, moving house and so on. This year is a year of positive changes. Has the Lord forgotten about me?
I received the call that the pay was to be withheld. That was the final straw and the drive for me to seek employment elsewhere. I had hung on long enough. I admit I sent my resumes elsewhere every now and then but the doors were shut tight. The Lord has not forgotten about me, the doors are open for interviews and I said yes to one of the two companies who readily offered.
The bosses have regarded me as part of their family, thus it was a hard decision I have to make. I took a longest time to press the send button and left for the day. I have no idea what the other party's reaction will be and I hope there were no words of anger. The call came the next morning - it was disappointment but life goes on. I was to pack the office and shift the bulk of the items to Australia.
As I commenced packing my personal belongings and the rest of the office documents and equipment, memories come flooding back. Good and bad ones. I sat crying bitterly with gratitude and in grieve the entire day after my boss called to inform me has received my resignation letter and that he wished me all the best in the new company. The rest of the world wondered why the tears and behaving so childish and oh-so-sentimental mode. I doubt anyone else will understand why. Perhaps some years down the road, I will call self a silly nut head for those tears (if I seen the full picture). I probably will never have another boss like my boss. I mean... Who would have kept the physical office just for me? They could have shut the office and released me - but no...
I am still packing the office and there are things to be settled. I thought I might take some time to jot my thoughts on this journey thus far. I can only hope but I do not expect anyone to fly from Australia, to give a hug and say good-bye... The journey of 7 years will most likely end in quiet dignity with a clicked sound of the locked door.