It’s been confirmed. 7th July 2009 will be my last physical day at the bank.
Somehow the feeling this second time round is rather different from 3 years ago.
Back then, I had no qualms about quitting at all. In fact, when the opportunity of living and working in Japan finally presented itself, I jumped at the once-in-a-lifetime chance. Any second thoughts and self doubts were throw conveniently out of the window. I could hardly wait to get out of my 9 to 5 desk-bound job.
The decision to leave the bank this time however wasn’t all that an easy and straight-forward one. When I left the first time, I had thought that I will never be back. But as I were to discover later that in life, one should not discount too quickly the possibility of just about anything. So after returning from the one year stint in Japan, I found myself walking through the lobby of Capital Square and entering the familiar client center a second time.
Throughout the last one and a half year, I’ve grown in my new role and picked up new skills that I had thought was beyond me in the past, and in the process found a few good friends in some colleagues. At the end of the day, while I stood convinced that my innate strengths lie somewhere else outside of banking, I never regret going back. Truth is, I won’t miss the job per se, but what I will certainly miss is having a job and an income and well and to a lesser extent, the workplace itself. After all, this was where I had evolved from a wide-eyed fresh graduate to this Raffles Place trotting office lady. Come to think about it, this was really my one and only ever workplace.
Things had felt very unsettled the past few months when I was still deliberating my next move. With the resignation and the official last day in place, the finishing line is clearly within sight now. For sure, I am looking forward to what will be awaiting me next in HK. To finally being able to see my husband again and to the beginning of a new life.
Just that as this sense of finality starts to sink in, I can’t help but feel a little tinge of sadness at having to say a premature goodbye.