From notebooks and workbooks in primary school to machines and chemicals in engineering.
From a kid who fumbled with his underwear in kindergarten to an executive who is trying a perfect tie for his formals.
From the time you prided yourself on writing a book report to the time when you were skeptical about that project report.
From the days when you walked your way to school to save a couple of rupees for the evening snack to the days when you had lavish parties with glasses of booze and all the junk food.
Things change so fast, and no sooner than you start understanding them, bang! they change again.
Tomorrow is my last day at work before I take a 2 year break for higher studies. It’s been a memorable journey of three years as a Planning Engineer, starting from Aker Kvaerner and ending at Tecnimont ICB.
I’m going to miss the life of a [tag]work[/tag]ing man. I surely am.
I’m going to miss the bus ride to office, I’m going to miss the [tag]cubicle[/tag] and my [tag]desk[/tag], I’m going to miss the free telephone, printing and scanning facilities, I’m going to miss the arguments and discussions, I’m going to miss the endless [tag]meetings[/tag], I’m going to miss the pressing deadlines, I’m going to miss the bar charts, I’m going to miss the occasional pizza with the [tag]project[/tag] manager, I’m going to miss the long chats over cups of tea, I’m going to miss my colleagues, I’m going to miss the receptionist.
But the most important thing I’m going to miss is – my [tag]paycheck[/tag]! (No points for guessing this)