Seems like just yesterday I was that awkward, gawky new girl in the office. Now, Temp-days are ending.
What can I do, to fill my time now?
No more hole punch cocktails.
No more stapler wars.
No more chair spin competitions.
No more “ARRARHCCHHGH!” from the copier room, as the feeder jams again.
No more rainbows of post-its, in every shape.
Good-bye to labels, Avery 7163.
Ciao to that printer I love, the one that just grumbles and moans, suddenly, for no reason.
Au revoir to long walk, from here to the tea room. Ah, it’s good to get exercise.
I’ll miss that leaning-bag of shreddables, the view from my desk.
And Pens, oh pens! That cupboard of unending pens…
After tomorrow, it’s back to life, back to reality.
To find joy in work is to discover the fountain of youth.
— Pearl S. Buck
