Last day at ZDNet
And in a blink of three years, I had come to my last day at ZDNet Asia. Most of it passed in a haze, the prospect of clearing my desk lingering in the backdrop of my regular work routine.
"This will be the last story I'm writing at ZD, but it feels less momentous than i expected," I tweeted.
And when it came time to hoist up my bulging bag and leave, I expected a quick and clean goodbye, but instead was greeted with a card, a box of gifts and tears at the door (which really turned on the waterworks for me as well).
My season parking ran out that day, so I had plans to take the MRT home. But at the last moment, I decided to take the bus instead—something I hadn't done in years.
Sitting on that bus on the way home, everything started sinking in. I'm not sure if it's the different mode of transport, but everything suddenly felt foreign. I was about to walk right into change, that old friend I'd tried so hard to avoid. Did I make the right choice? Why was I feeling all beat up about leaving?
Oddly, the only thought that started to distract me from all that was the realisation that after three years of getting used to U.S. spelling, I would have to go back to U.K. style. (Just as well—this blog is kept strictly to the latter, anyway.)
More importantly for now, I have a couple of weeks' break. So here's the plan:
- Stop biting my nails. Since I only do that when I think, this will be a period of zero thinking. That ought to fix it.
- Finish Red Dead Redemption and relive the days of 10 hour gaming binges.
- Complete one book.
- Finish a song composition.
- Complete the rest of a song arrangement that's been sitting dolefully on my desktop.
