Farewell and more Farewell

I don't know why, but I am not particularly excited about leaving the office. Only the managers that I worked with know that I am leaving. A couple of them approached me quietly and asked why I am leaving. The more they asked me, the less convincing I sounded. After the farewell lunch with a couple of manager today, I had a second thought if I made the right move. My love and hate feeling to this office keeps me wondering. I should be glad that I have supervisors that I have fun working with. Although sometimes they give me a lot of stress and suck me into office politics, we joke around in the office all the time. Now that I am leaving, I feel that they are all super nice to me, which makes me a little regret of leaving them. Oh well, decision had been made, life needs to move on...

It's funny and ironic at the same time of how I have to leave the office in low profile. My boss made a cheap move by telling me not to tell anyone in the office that I am leaving and most importantly, don't tell anyone where I am going. I have been filing my work to get rid of all the loose papers that are on my desk for ages, but I have a hard time cleaning up my desk without having my neighbors find out. I realized how tricky "low profile departure" is. He should have just fired me so that I disappear all at once.

These few days, I am not in a mood of seeing my so-called "friend" either. I have completely shut down myself and so far it's working pretty well. I haven't had such peace for a long time...