Forget “Sorry” - Goodbye is Definitely the Harder Word

Two years and ten months.

Time passes really quickly when you have a job. I still remember the day I came in for an interview with my immediate superior, Ms. Norana Johar, scared as hell, not sure about what I should and shouldn’t say. I think I tried on about more or less a gazillion outfits that day, before choosing a combination of a black skirt with a dark blue/black top. Exciting colors, huh? Fresh out of Uni I was in a rush to start working then, and I must say, working at FingerTec was one of the best rash decisions I’ve ever made in my life.

After all, if I didn’t choose this job, I wouldn’t have the two strands of precious white hair now protruding out proudly from my scalp, occasionally waving hello to my parents and relatives, reminding them that my purpose in life should be looking for a husband.

Of course, I am only kidding: Its three strands.

Two years and ten months. Time passes really quickly when you have a job. I still remember the day I came in for an interview with my i...