I left the company with a hug from the highest person in the company. It was a long and straightforward talk with him. I can't believe that he knows me too well (I'm really transparent, yes I know). During our conversation, he mentioned that I have a "free spirit" and I simply need to improve my "foresight". Although our conversation left me with a lot of questions, I guess I'd like to leave it this way. I will believe what I choose to believe in. And yes, I guess I'll have to work on my foresight. I'm pretty gullible and I have to learn to see what's behind situations and things.

I've established good relationships especially with the people I didn't expect to be in good terms with. Although at the beginning my relationship with the HR team was aloof and rocky, I'm happy because I left the company knowing that the team and I are (almost) inseparable. Things change and I'm glad that everything among us changed for the better.

By the way, this is a poem dedicated to the quiet and hardworking Sir Jim :) I've read this in The Spellbinder's Gift by Og Mandino and for some reason (I don't know why..) it reminded me of him.

THE FACE IN THE GLASS

When you get what you want in you struggle for self
And the world makes you king for a day,
Just go to a mirror and look at yourself
And see what THAT face has to say.
For it isn't your father or mother of spouse
Whose judgment upon you must pass
The person whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.
Some people might think you're a straight - shooting chum
And call you a great gal or guy
But the face in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look it straight in the eye.
That's the one you must please, never mind all the rest
That's the one with you clear to the end.
And you know you have passed your most dangerous test
if the face in the glass is your friend.
You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years
And get pats on your back as you pass,
But your final reward will be heartache and tears
if you've cheated the face in the glass.



*To my mom, Abby and Squish -- thank you for listening to me whine, laugh and cry about some interesting things that happened to me for the past year. :)