I will soon be sending a goodbye e-mail to everyone at work. The “today is my last day here” kinds.
It will be addressed to ‘dear all‘. The colleagues, the seniors, the boss(es). The ones who have bugged me will be profusely thanked, along with the ones who have been sweet all through.
A few months back, we got a very well-written and poignant adieu by a Mr. So and So. It talked about how everyone in the company had been supportive and pleasant and how they had become part of his extended family. Noble, we surmised. A fortnight down the line, we got the same e-mail in the same words, signed by a different mister. The smart chap thought it wise to get that Ctrl+C serve a final time-saving purpose.
What does it mean anyway to switch jobs? If you are among the fortunate few who are very pally with their colleagues, it may mean some teary farewells and a party or so thrown in.
“You can’t be leaving!”
Most people will mumble and grumble and throw in a good word for you. The ones who care (more about your company than technical clarifications) will be on your side, helping you ward off the melodrama. These are the people you’ll genuinely want to keep in touch with.
For the most part however, it boils down to carrying memories of terrible food at the cafeteria, the asinine leave management system of your now-former company or on a brighter side, the cheery pink bottles you were served water in.
When that mail does the rounds, some of the dear Alls will reciprocate with “all the very best“. A few may even go all out with “we will miss you“. Then, I am afraid, the truth (or its absence) in those words may be too deep down to ferret out. I will respond with an equally heavy-hearted “I will miss you too” and in some strange interpretation of the term, I may even mean it.
A few white lies, like they say, are no padlock to heaven.