There had been many of these in the past month.
First, my work colleagues threw me a lovely farewell on 20th April – three weeks before my actual last day. And even though I was fully aware of the event, I wasn’t prepared for quite a few things. Like the fact that my work held a short liturgy for my farewell, complete with a nice reading from the Book of Proverbs; this was usually done for someone who had been in the company for eons (like, in excess of 20 or so years), and moving on to greener pastures such as another company or retiring. Some speeches would be made, filled with anecdotes and praises that touched, flattered and humbled me. And for something that I thought was going to be a low-key, it turned out to be quite a formal occasion; one I had to instruct my husband to dress accordingly, prohibiting him from turning up in a polo shirt and shorts!
Then, out came the cake my work colleague had made for me – and can I just say… she knew me very well! (Perhaps sitting right behind me for one-and-a-bit year had something to do with it 
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I have a Chanel bag exactly in this shape and colour And as a play-on from the designer logo, she put my initial, 'MM' instead of 'CC'.
My last day at the office was a bittersweet day, to say the least. I have worked at the head office for just a month short of six years. I have worked in my current role as Secretary to the Area Supervisors for a little over 4.5 years. It was a role I had held with pride; a role that had given me the daily challenge I craved; a role I had grown to ‘love’ to a certain extent. Furthermore, where I was working, I had managed to weave a very good working relationship, not only with the people I directly supported, but with each and every one of the personnel. The thought of no longer being a part of this community filled me with an overwhelming sense of loss. I found myself tearing up throughout the day, especially when the time came for me to take my name badge down from my desk and give them back to the PA to the Director.
It was also my birthday that day, and sad as I was (for a lack of a better word), I always embraced another birthday with open arms and a big smile. I was thoroughly spoilt by my darling husband, and since I didn’t have a break from finishing one job to starting another, he whisked me away down the coast for a weekend getaway, presenting me with the wonderful illusion that I had had a break. It was an illusion that worked, and I came back from the coast refreshed and ready to tackle new challenges my new work present.
What about you? Have you had defining moment(s) lately? Care to share? Would love to hear/read your experiences 
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