There’s something about spending your final week at work, as a paid employee.
Suddenly, one finds themselves transformed into a heroic Super-Exec – solver of all complex tasks, savior of all missed deadlines, and redeemer of all ailing PCs. Well, you get the idea.
It’s as if your mind, body and spirit decide to join forces and work double time, almost in an effort to show your soon-to-be-ex-employers just what an indispensable employee you are; show them how the wheels of their little corporate bus will eventually stop turning the second you walk out that door.
Fortunately, I’m not that stupid.
What’s made my passing-of-the-torch scenario a lot easier is one very honest, efficient and hard-working young Filipina who will, from next week onwards, attempt to do her job and some of mine.
Being a person of many talents myself (modesty clearly not one of them), there are very few people that grasp how I do the things I do the way I do. Very, very rarely do I meet individuals that get it right from the get go (as the saying goes). It is refreshing (and a true delight) to pass on my limited knowledge and skills to a young professional who is just as eager to learn and grow from it.
With that spirit, this young lady is surely bound for greatness…
…unless of course, the events industry drives her completely up the wall, makes her distrust every PR agency she meets, sucks up every ounce of energy she has, and makes her wish that in her next life, she comes back as a blood-sucking mosquito that preys on all those cheating clients that defaulted on payments for services rendered.
It’s been known to happen. 
