Parting Ways

28th February (Saturday) - I was back for two days after Chinese New Year break, energized and refreshed. But it's also the day where I finally part ways. I had already handed in my letter and my one month notice is up, so I'm off. Most people were sorry to see me go, but one prof refused to let me go without a fight. He insisted on fighting for me, but what can he do? It's too late. I already gave in my one month's notice, and I already handed everything in. My uniforms (until I stopped working, then I returned it back to them), my ID tag, the password and system ID, all returned to them. But for some reason he kept telling me not to say things like that, and he say that he'll bring matter up to the big boss. Oh God, please no. Even though the clearance form say that I could freely write a comment, I refuse to in fear of antagonizing them. No more sparking more hate to make them dislike me more, so I just silently handed in my form without comment. Sometimes big bosses don't understand our shoes. It's easy for them to say that because he is a manager, a head of the department. For him, he just have to snap his fingers and people will do it for him. For the little people like us, if we want to get things done, they'll just dawdle or delay. And if you don't attempt to be nice and kind, people won't do it for you.
I already said goodbye to most of my colleagues and the profs. I really will miss everyone. After all, it was the first place I came to work with. Who could ever forget their first steeping stone? Of course it was just nearly seven months, but even so... Wouldn't you want go where there are better offers and benefits? Than to stay at a place where you are miserable and pay is so low til you feel like screaming with the amount of sweat and blood you poured into? No, it's not being cowardly, but it's more like to avoid a mental breakdown. I think I'm already suffering from it since sometimes I can't recall how I got cuts all around my arms, or even how some of my skin had skin peelings into thin flakes. Dear God, please don't let me suffer.
Most of the patients were upset I'm leaving. Of course I'm upset too. Some had been kind, appreciating all the help that I do for them. Some are really the type that treats me like a maid, but of course there will be ups and downs. If life were a straight line, things would be so boring. I'm sure going to miss all the KFCs, Secret Recipes and pizzas that the patients kept giving. Okay, I'm kidding on that. The most important thing is that the patient appreciate my little helps, and that in turn, turned my gloomy days into little start shines. Goodbye, everybody, goodbye. Although I'll be parting ways, we'll surely meet again someday.