Ironically, for someone who's filed her resignation, I have an insanely long list of things to finish before I leave. I never knew having your remaining days as a Citibanker numbered meant being dumped a huge to-do list of new programs to launch, systems to update and goals to hit before you cross the finish line.
I hate this. In standard Citi fashion, they're trying to milk me for whatever my remaining days in Citi are worth. And, what's worse is I'm giving in to it. All in the name of not burning my bridges, lest I somehow find myself back in those hollow banking walls, by some cruel twist of fate. You never know. I might just come back to Mama (ugh!)...
I can sigh and cry all I want, but I'm still gonna finish all these anyway. How sad. I work too much for my own good.
What does keep me sane, though, are two things:
1. my Citi-gal pals: They drag me off my chair to steal away for a cup of coffee, usually right when I need to the most. They let me rant and complain and bitch about whatever my problem du jour happens to be at that time. They take my side in arguments and sometimes even help me fight my battles. Truly, I've come this far because I've had such a great support group by my side. They're not just colleagues-- they're great friends. I'll surely miss them when I go...
2. my darling beau: He makes me smile even if we're not together. He knows what to say, when to say and how to say just the right thing to make me feel better. Most of the time, right in the middle of chaos, I get a text from him that manages to take my mind off my problems for a few blissful minutes. My friends often tease me about my up-in-cloud-9 smiles and faraway looks, and they know immediately the reason why. Well, what can I say, I love the guy :)
I'm soooo counting the minutes, hours, days and weeks until I finally leave Citibank. I know it's been a good training ground for me, and I probably wouldn't know what I know now had I not chosen to spend my career's early years in there. I know they've been good to me and have rewarded me for the blood, sweat and tears I've poured at their feet. But I also know the time has come to move on.
I just wish that that time hurries up and gets here already. I'm itching to move... and dump all this remaining work on some other poor sucker's lap.
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