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Tomorrow is my last day, so today I cleaned out my work area:

Desk Items

To borrow from Ryan in "The Office": If I had to, I could clean out my desk in five minutes. . .and nobody would ever know I'd ever been here. And I'd forget, too.

Granted, I've been at this job about all of four months and I had reasons to not be focused on personalizing my space, but. . .I'm not exactly a "take only pictures, leave only footprints" kind of person in general, so it's still a little surprising.

ONE MORE DAY. I will attempt to muddle through, somehow. Today was a little more bearable because we got out early due to Roshashahahana.

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[info]huehau wrote:
Sep. 14th, 2007 03:43 am (UTC)
My very first job out of college was something so horrible that I basically managed to block it out of my mind. I tend to forget that week unless the topic of horrible, short-lived jobs come up.
[info]worldforawhile wrote:
Sep. 16th, 2007 05:02 am (UTC)
I think I'm going to give that method a try. Just forget about this, like the pain of childbirth.
[info]nellifer wrote:
Sep. 14th, 2007 04:19 am (UTC)
I have been kind of holding off on decorating my office as I feel like I would be jinxing myself. I currently have lots of food to eat but that is about it. No pictures, no nothing. It is so plain. I keep wanting to buy a plant to bring in but then I feel like it would make cleaning my office out so much more difficult when I get fired. I live in fear of that. If only I could stop fucking everything up for a minute or two.

Anyways, glad to see you escaping the crappy job. I am envious.
[info]worldforawhile wrote:
Sep. 16th, 2007 04:59 am (UTC)
Yeah, my first job--the one I had the longest--I had actual furniture of my own moved into my office by the end. (It was a big office.) And as my office real estate shrinks, the less comfortable I want to get.

Also, congrats on the aunt-ism!
[info]rosewart wrote:
Sep. 14th, 2007 07:03 am (UTC)
To be honest, I've never held a job where I have had photos of my family or friends or... anything personal apart from my handbag and a novel at my desk or locker.

That's really sad when you realise I've been in the workforce since 1985 and this job a year and the job before that 4 years.

Don't be distressed that after you have left no one would ever know you'd been there. I have only held two jobs where my presence was felt after I left... three if you count this on I'm in now.

Which I hate, but have to keep now we've bought a house. Well, I hate it some days and love it others. I love it when it's really flexible like allowing my son to come here after school or letting me take time off early to do family oriented things.

and not taking my sick leave when I've been ill and had to go home early. Just paying a normal day. That's good. but... bloody volunteers and vietnam veteran volunteers at that. UGH!

hugs.

What is roshahahahahndnah (whatever it's called)?
[info]worldforawhile wrote:
Sep. 16th, 2007 05:02 am (UTC)
It's Rosh Hashanah, but it's just so much fun to say that I enjoy. . .being silly with it, I guess.