Friday was officiately my last day of work. How delightful it was for me when I went to work with fever, flu and sorethroat. Can you imagine being sick on your last day of work? I mean, there are days when you wish and wish you are sick so you can take MC but these are usually the days that you don't get sick and the days that you shouldn't fall sick, you report sick. How exasperating.

I worked harder than I usually did on Friday because I told myself the day before that I was going to clear all my work and not leave any backlog. I had files waiting to be packed into boxes, mails to sort, missing files to locate, insureds to tend to, files to open and to file away, and not to mention the other misc stuff that the full-time staff will require me to do. I was racing against time, and battling the urge to sleep. I was burning and freezing at the same time. And I was also busy trying to co-ordinate my hands to write and my nose to sneeze. Awful.

But praise God, I cleared everything! I moved 12 boxes to the 21st floor, finished opening all the files that I had on my hand. Filed away everything and basically completed all I was required to do. I leave knowing that I have been a good finisher. Thank God for His Grace!

It's all over now and it's time for me to bask in my 1 week holiday which begins today while I await my next challenge..

Staring into the Abyss,