Plan for the day: pack and handover ASAP and leave office by 1800. Walk to guardhouse and scream out at the top of my lungs, “FREEDOM!”
Mission status: FAILED! Well, that was ideally what I hoped to have done but somehow, realistically, I was in the office as usual till way past midnight…after everyone has left. Took some pictures of the office as well as my cubicle. Many memories flashed by….from the first day of reporting to 8TV’s office (which at that time was just a small little meeting room with nothing more than 2 desktops, 4 tables and chairs, a meeting table and whiteboard) to what it is today. 3 years, 10 months and 20 days of breathe, eat, shit, dream of 8TV…..
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