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I feel invisible at work this week. People just walk by me and ignore me, like I'm already gone. I've been trying to train them on what I do, trying to show them what needs to be done with the things at my desk, but to no avail. They either don't hear me or don't care. Mostly, I feel sorry for the teams I support - because they're not going to be able to get the things they need after I'm gone until they've retrained not only my fill-in but eventually, my replacement.
My final day is Thursday - yeah, I know that's weird. No, it's not last day I asked for - I told them Friday, September 1st. Think "benefits". Anyway, that's three short days from now. 18 working hours. I wish it was over now, tho. I wish I could pack up right now - right this minute - remove any trace of me that's left in this cube, and disappear. But that would be stupid, because, seriously...it's only 18 hours. Well, 17 1/2 at this point.
I've been asked to go to lunch with the administrative team on Thursday. If I'm already fully invisible today, on Tuesday, I can only imagine how much more invisible I will be by Thursday. Is there an anti-existence? Maybe I'll become a black hole. Will they even know I'm in the restaurant with them, or will my side of the table cease to exist, as I speak without being heard and listen without being noticed?
There was also supposed to be a happy hour "in my honor", but I think that's been cancelled, because there's one person here for whom open access to cheap alcohol early in the evening would not be a good idea. I really hope it got cancelled, because it wasn't being planned in my honor at all, but merely as an excuse for this person to go out drinking and partying, and acting stupid. I've had experiences like that before, where my name is on the event but it's not really for me. Talk about invisible!! Thank you, but no.
So I sit here, answering email, browsing the net, counting the hours till I am done here. Knowing my only real problem today is a case of the girly blues, two days of grey, rainy skies, and a tinge of being overwhelmed about the task I'm about to take on. All of which will resolve itself after a bit of caffeine, some chocolate and a few deep breaths.
17 hours.
My final day is Thursday - yeah, I know that's weird. No, it's not last day I asked for - I told them Friday, September 1st. Think "benefits". Anyway, that's three short days from now. 18 working hours. I wish it was over now, tho. I wish I could pack up right now - right this minute - remove any trace of me that's left in this cube, and disappear. But that would be stupid, because, seriously...it's only 18 hours. Well, 17 1/2 at this point.
I've been asked to go to lunch with the administrative team on Thursday. If I'm already fully invisible today, on Tuesday, I can only imagine how much more invisible I will be by Thursday. Is there an anti-existence? Maybe I'll become a black hole. Will they even know I'm in the restaurant with them, or will my side of the table cease to exist, as I speak without being heard and listen without being noticed?
There was also supposed to be a happy hour "in my honor", but I think that's been cancelled, because there's one person here for whom open access to cheap alcohol early in the evening would not be a good idea. I really hope it got cancelled, because it wasn't being planned in my honor at all, but merely as an excuse for this person to go out drinking and partying, and acting stupid. I've had experiences like that before, where my name is on the event but it's not really for me. Talk about invisible!! Thank you, but no.
So I sit here, answering email, browsing the net, counting the hours till I am done here. Knowing my only real problem today is a case of the girly blues, two days of grey, rainy skies, and a tinge of being overwhelmed about the task I'm about to take on. All of which will resolve itself after a bit of caffeine, some chocolate and a few deep breaths.
17 hours.