Two weeks ago I turned 30.
Also, I quit my job. Not on the exact same day and not without having a plan B (FYI: I’m now working for Shopalike.it – YAY!), but it did nevertheless feel sudden and unsettling.
Over time the company changed names, faces, direction and pretty much everything you can think of, but I worked there for almost four years (way longer than my longest relationship!) and leaving was bittersweet.
What happened is that I got interviewed, was given the new job, resigned and BAM – two weeks later I was out of the door.
Since I haven’t had the time to properly mourn, I decided to write this post. It’s about the weirdest stuff I found on my very messy Desktop on my last day at the old job.
It feels like the boring flashback episode of a 90s sit-com, but what can you do about it?
A thoughtful (and creepy) Valentine’s Day Card
The day I considered a career change and researched hairdressers specialized in horses
So, we have this tradition at work: once a month, on the first Wednesday of the month, one team makes breakfast for everybody. We had the italian breakfast, the spanish breakfast, the german breakfast and so son and this month was France’s turn.
I knew that they were going to organize something special, and I (over)heard something about a prize. I gently asked for explanations, but no, they wouldn’t give any information away.The only reasonable thing to do was trying to extort information from Catherine, the former country manager, now in maternity leave. Read More
Ten days ago I turned six million years old and my colleagues baked me cakes. Since sugar is clearly my soulmate (and also the reason why I’ll be forever alone) this made me extremely happy. The spanish team and the italian one opted for some crunchy chocolate cake and a delicate strawberry one.
So what happened in the office is that Laura, a french intern, ended her time in the company. We wanted to do something special for her farewell party, something unique, something that would
leave her good memories of us traumatize her forever.
Nat (blogger and evil genius) had the right idea, but she needed a doll to put it in action. The casting went on for days: we were looking for a fresh face, someone the audience would like and who could bear the complex, tortured role we had in mind. When my little helpers sent me a picture of Steffi Love (directly from a shelf in Woolworth, the new place to be in Berlin) I knew she was the one.