Unemployment, Here I Come!

There’s no need to be upset. I, for one, am ecsta­tic that this is over. Granted, I will miss the income, and feel­ing some­how “use­ful”, but it is now due.

Two years and eight months. Wow. Over 640 work­ing days! I should get a tro­phy. Of survival.

I have drafted sev­eral good­bye emails, but picked the short­est and sweet­est to send. There’s noth­ing left to do, noth­ing I would talk home about any­way. My energy now should be spent on press­ing for­ward, and fol­low­ing my own wishes. I have to stop pre­tend­ing to be some­one else.

I will have another post cel­e­brat­ing my depar­ture in 10 days’ time. Mean­while, I have writ­ten this poem, the first of which I have writ­ten in the Rubayiat iambic pen­tame­ter (inspired of course from the book I am read­ing, Samarkand, as well as my final days here). It’s emo and sen­ti­men­tal and needs refin­ing, but it’s pretty decent for one that’s writ­ten in 10 min­utes (not that emo and sen­ti­men­tal is some­thing unex­pected of me :P ).

For Hamza, who asked about the ref­er­ence of the choco­late boy, dig into a cou­ple of posts I have writ­ten some while ago :P

Oh, and I would appre­ci­ate it if in your com­ments you do not “OMG what are you gonna do?!”. My answer for now is: TAN!

On the third month of sum­mer I arrived,
And thought, could I do this? But I sur­vived!
Two and a half years of work, sweat, and joy 
Filled my days and by them they’ve been derived. 

On the fourth week of fall I met a boy,
He was young and care­free and lived with joy.
A choco­late he gave, said “Big fel­low,
Let me tell you the secrets of this ploy!” 

On the sec­ond day of win­ter mel­low
I had the work of the world to swal­low,
But choco­late for choco­late I learned
Hard work, a smile, and riches will follow. 

On the first hour of spring I have earned
What trea­sure the choco­late boy con­cerned,
“Carry feath­ers in your wings what you’ve learned,
And soar above the skies, you’re fate’s discerned.”