The last day at work

Last day of the internship. Tomorrow I fly out to Vancouver, BC hoping to evade the asshole immigration officers at the land border. Monday, flying out to Bosnia.

I despise "the last day". The professional thing to do would be to go around and say good-bye to everyone, stopping by here and there to chit-chat about pointless shit that I don't want to chit-chat about. The point here is to show you care, that these people are interesting to you, and that you won't forget them the second you walk into the elevator. The point is to show that in these ten weeks, these people changed your life. OK, scratch that, that's just pushing it.

Anyway, the truth of the matter is, I don't give a fuck. It's not that these people are bad people or boring people; they're actually pretty nice and chill people. They're not the typical office loser stereotype. But, I won't miss them and there's no point in asking for their facebook because I can't see myself talking with them outside of work. If I saw them at a bar and preferably I was drunk, it'd be cool to catch-up.

Anyway, when it comes to saying good-byes... I don't know if it's the sappy romantic movies that I watched as a hopeless romantic adolescent when thinking that not all women are whores (all women are whores except MY mother, your mother is a whore), or something else, but I always thought that when you say your good-bye, there should be something. That was a long run-on sentence, btw. There should be that one last eye contact, where time freezes and life stops and you seize the moment. Carpe diem. That one last look that says "We won't be seeing each other anymore". But that's never the case. People don't appreciate the last good-bye. Maybe they didn't watch the same movies. It's just another good-bye.

But, that's not the reason I don't want to say good-bye to these people. It's because it's time-consuming and I can't stand the fake smiles and the fake "oh we'll miss yous" because let's get real, although my awesomeness is awesome, I won't be missed. I'm the intern who after five weeks on the job, realized that this job is shit and hid out in the cubicle and said "No" when they, thinking I'm bored and them thinking they're being nice, offered me to shred paper. Hey, listen. I can always log onto streethop and shit on someone if I'm bored.

See: Rahim
See: Yeshua
See: Salty

I don't need to shred paper to keep busy.

I'll still say good-bye to those whom I'm unable to avoid in the office during my last 30 minutes.

also there's something I want to mention about this fat intern colleague of mine but I'll save that for another story. It might pop up randomly in a thread somewhere, keep checking.