The Last Morning (Or Is It?)

I’m moments away from donning my business suit and heading to One Summit Square for the last time this summer. It hit me yesterday that there is a chance this could be my last day working at B&T ever. And that’s sad.

A couple of days ago, during a conversation with my associate advisor Jason, I was laughing and having a good time and the thought flashed into my head that, at best case scenario, I won’t get to talk to him again for, at minimum, four months. If I get a job offer and if I get invited to and if I can attend the holiday party in December, then I could see everyone again in about four months. If I get a job offer, but I cannot go to the holiday party, then it’s a year. And then there’s always the solemn possibility of no job offer at all. And that is the part that really makes me sad.

I am actually sad to be wrapping things up at work. I’ve never had that happen before. I’ve never been in a job situation that I was really opposed to ending. But now, I’ve had so much fun, I’ve enjoyed the work and the people so much, that I just am not ready to leave.

I only hope I get the chance to come back. Is it even possible I could find another job I love as much as this one? I don’t know. My Grandma said last night that if this job didn’t come through, that “there’s always a lot of fish in the sea.” But just like I felt when I met N8, though I realize there’s a lot of other fish out there, I simply didn’t want to fish for any of them. I like the one I found. Actually, in both cases, job and N8, I love the one I found.

Well… I should get business-suited up. A final day at the office awaits me. Bummer.

Cheers & Check 6.

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