Leaving the nightshift

Finally.

It was bittersweet really. Last night was my last night as a "call girl." No I didn't resign, and no I won't leave the industry. It's just that I chose to be transferred to the correspondence department where people don't take calls and report for work like the rest of the world does - during office hours.

I'll miss my former teammates. I'm hoping we'll still go out on weekends. What I won't miss is the hypertension brought about by controlling my temper too much. I am well known for my patience during calls. Little do they know I have this volcano of a temper waiting to errupt.

Earlier I spent my last nightshift yosi break with a good friend. Without us saying it I know that we're both sad. He'll transfer to the same department, btw, but I'm leaving ahead of him.

I don't even want to start saying goodbye. I can't change my mind now.

That's why on Saturday, Imma round up the old crazyheads and party like there's no tomorrow.

To my former teammates: guys, I love you. I've said this a lot of times but I'll say it again. I stayed because I have you. Because our laughtrips are enough to make me forget that I hate taking calls. Because our friendship is suffice to make me love my work. Rest assured, I'll forever remember you as my family.

And let me say this one last time... "Thank you for calling and I hope you have a great day."