My corporate life is officially over. Today was a little surreal. I can’t remember the last time I was hugged this much in one afternoon.
It’s bizarre because this is the investment industry, where everyone shakes hands and makes elevator talk (god help you if you work in the top section of a skyscraper, that’s a lot of elevator talk!). Bay Street is not a touchy-feely environment by any stretch of the imagination. A lot of people come and go. I wasn’t expecting the outpouring of affection, even after bringing in a boatload of Portuguese food for lunch to share with the entire floor. But considering I only worked there part-time for four years, it was the warmest send-off I could have imagined. Take THAT, Friday the 13th!
I am also relieved I made it through to my last day without someone pranking me. (That probably speaks more about my experience there than the goodbye hugs.)
I’m 41 and life just gets better and better. Let’s drink to that! *clink*
Moved to Portugal in September 2013. Also lived in Australia, Scotland, and the USA. Native English speaker, learning Portuguese. Apologies to the locals for my terrible pronunciation!