The End of Something
Well, here I am in my last day at Dell. It's been 8 years, 9 months, and 1 day. I've been thinking about what to write here ever since I accepted my offer, but nothing good ever came to mind. I really don't know how to feel about everything.
A coworker asked me this morning how I felt on my last day. I just shrugged. If you had asked my 7 years ago how I would feel on this day, I would have guess "shouting with glee." But now that I'm living through these last few hours, I actually feel nothing at all. I'm not happy or sad or anxious. Nothing bittersweet here; I'm completely indifferent. And that really sums up this whole experience more than anything. At the end of the day (years), this was simply the place I came to work so I could have money to live on. It's like taking a train from 2001 to 2010 - the train itself doesn't really matter, the journey was pretty boring, but I eventually arrived at my destination.
On to the next one.
A coworker asked me this morning how I felt on my last day. I just shrugged. If you had asked my 7 years ago how I would feel on this day, I would have guess "shouting with glee." But now that I'm living through these last few hours, I actually feel nothing at all. I'm not happy or sad or anxious. Nothing bittersweet here; I'm completely indifferent. And that really sums up this whole experience more than anything. At the end of the day (years), this was simply the place I came to work so I could have money to live on. It's like taking a train from 2001 to 2010 - the train itself doesn't really matter, the journey was pretty boring, but I eventually arrived at my destination.
On to the next one.