Today marks the day that I'm officiately offered an extension of 2 months to my supposedly 1 month only contract, and also the last day I'll be working in the IMPORT department. From tomorrow onwards, I'll be working in the EXPORT deparment. I look forward to tomorrow, and to the new challenge ahead.

Casually asked Lynn, my assistant manager if I could stay on in the IMPORT department when I got her to sign my timesheet, and her reply was, "Cannot lar. Never mind. You can learn new things over there." I nodded and was introduced to my new EXPORT colleagues. I returned to my place and told Maznan, Mas and Dilla that I was going over to EXPORT tomorrow. Then, I felt tears welling up and it didn't help that Maznan kept saying "BYE" to me and asked, "you crying ah?". Dilla was sad that I'd be going over cuz there'll be no one to help her with her MRS, no one to open files for her, and no one to 'disturb' her.

Are you wondering if I cried? No. Me, being me, I didn't cry. My tears remained where they should remain. I didn't allow myself to cry. We all have to move on, whether we like it or not. I thank God that my first experience at work is a great one. I've learnt alot this past one month, and my colleagues have been great in helping me learn the tricks of the trade. I remember in my July 27th post, I said that 'work is ok". If you ask me now, I'll tell you, 'Work has been fantastic.'

I never saw myself staying beyond 6, and finishing up work that I'm not required to do. I never saw myself coming in to work early just to make sure that the documents needed during the day would be ready. I never saw myself doing beyond what was expected of me. I never saw myself acknowledging cheques, or attending to the courier man. I never saw myself calling up clients to chase for payments. I never saw myself speaking in Chinese to clients regarding their shipments. I never saw myself wanting to cry on my last day of work. I never expected my colleagues to give me a "farewell" lunch. It surprises even me to know how quickly I settled into the company, and how I managed to build relationships with my colleagues when I'm so anti-social. I'll miss them terribly, I know I will, although I was sceptical when a friend of mine changed her nickname to, "I miss my colleagues." Now I know, what it means.

When it's time to move on, it's time to move on. I've had a great working experience with my INBOUND team, and as I move on to another team, it is this same attitude that I must carry with me. It's not easy, but it's not too difficult either?

Staring into the Abyss,