Yesterday was my last day at my old job.
It was sentimental for me to walk around the office and reminisce on the last 3 and 1/2 years spent there.
It also made me want to tell some people what I really think: Hey lady who always wears jumpers- you always spill coffee in the break room and never clean it up, you suck. Hey dude who works in accounting- you and I used to live in the same apartment complex and every time I saw you I had to remind you we worked together, you also suck. But I didn't do any of that.
I just walked the office and got my last free fountain diet coke and left sticky notes on people's desks that said “Do you miss me yet? -Helene”
On my last day of work I did something I promised my coworkers I would do if I ever left the company.
See, most of the time I like to keep it profesh (that's short for professional, I know, I really am with abbrevs like that). But most of my coworkers knew I was a big hip hop music fan. And that I loved to dance. A while back we were talking about dance moves and I said I could do “the dougie”. (The definition of the dougie is: is a hip-hop dance generally performed by moving one's body in a shimmy style and passing a hand through or near the hair on one's own head.)
They asked to see it and I said no, but that I would do it on my last day of work if I ever quit my job.
Well, my last day was yesterday. And I don't break promises.
Most people probably forgot about this commitment. But I would just be letting myself down by not dancing.
So 5 minutes until 5pm I pulled up Cali Swag District's “Teach me how to Dougie” on my phone. I turned it up as loud as I could and I danced right there in the office.
After I was done I asked, “So what do you think, can I do the dougie?”
One of my coworker's replied “Oh you can do the dougie.”
And I knew I left the office with dignity.
