Did I tell you that I will retire at the end of the month, more specifically on March 31st 2009 at 5PM? I did? How many times?
Anyhoo. The Administrative Director's secretary called me this morning:
- Ms Buddhist? The director would like to meet you to give you a medal (or a gold pin, or something, I didn't hear properly).
- To me? Why? What did I do?
- Well, to reward you for 25 years of good services.
- Oh, phew! All right, sure, thank you.
- What are your availabilities next week, on the 31st of March?
- Uh, how about 4:55?
- Well, um.. the ceremony will last about 15 minutes.
- Oh, ok. How about 4:45 then?
- How about 3 pm?
- Sure, 3 pm's good.
- Thank you, Ms Buddhist, I will send you an email with all the details, for your confirmation.
En route vers de nouvelles aventures
Update (8 April 2009):
I forgot to tell you, the ceremony took less than 5 minutes. I arrived on time at the director's office, and she just looked up at me from her desk with a blank expression, so after a while, I said: I have an appointment for a pin ceremony. She started moving some papers around on her desk until she found the one with my name. She then took out a little box from her drawers* and practically tossed it to me. I'm exagerating, but barely. I stood there kinda stunned, so when I didn't leave right away, she came out from behind her desk to shake my hand and say: "Thank you for your long services and congratulations. Good bye, good bye."
I thanked her and left. I never went further than the threshhold of her office. She never invited me in, it was Wham Bam Thank You M'am. So now I'm the proud owner of a minuscule gold pin.
*I mean from the drawers of her desk. Can you get your mind off the gutters for a minute? Sheesh!