We were laughing and talking and laughing, until one of my office mates blurted out,
“This is the last day of aishah as 44”
They went silent.
I was blushing. God, I don’t even remember or think of it, after I received that letter.
“So, this is the last day you can call me echah, I guess”
They looked at me.
“Tomorrow we’ll call you cik!” HAHAHA.
I laughed. They laughed.
“Can we go and have lunch at your round table?” one of them asked.
“What round table?” I questioned.
“You’ll have your own discussion table, you know…”
“Owh… ermm… ok… you guys can sleep on my couch too, maybe” I answered.
So, the conversation goes on.
I will be reporting for a new position tomorrow. So does cik sal, and many friends too.
I hope I could do better, and I’ll change for good.
Good luck to me, and to all my 105ers friends.
To office mates, I’ll be aishah/echah that you know. You know what will make me mad, sad, smile, laugh, and everything. We’ll be working together, just like we have always done, right.
All the best!!!
p.s: In case you’re wondering, I am not exactly upgrading everything, except post and responsibilities, I’ll be receiving the same gaji.🙂 Wish me luck, I am gonna need more of that.🙂