Clearing your Office - Redundancy

Being the last "man" standing can be cathartic as you get to clear and cleanse the space/office you are vacating, which was certainly therapeutic for me.  You get to get your ducks in a row before you leave.  You get to walk away with your head held high.

You get to leave your desk looking like this:

But, it comes at a price.  The next day, i.e. today for me, you feel battle weary.  Like you used your very essence cleansing the years gone by.  Shredding them, boxing them, binning them, saving some of them in the form of mementos, it is all rather taxing, to say the least!

I woke up today feeling like I had a hangover.  Like I had been hit by a sledgehammer!

To get the office to the condition that I was prepared to walk away involved going in on a Sunday (as I wasn't done by my deadline of 5 p.m. Friday).

It took effort and I was there Sunday (yesterday) from 11 a.m. till 9 p.m.

Not once did I get upset during the day; it was like OCD took over.  I put all the pedestals of all 3 desks together just so I could see more floor space.  I did the same with filing cabinets, which were emptied into archive boxes.

I meticulously labelled things that may on receipt just end up shredded anyway.

I made a box that contained current "handover" stuff.

I cleaned my desk, which once everything was taken off it, was filthy.  I work(ed) in London Liverpool Street and my desk is right by a window.  There's a certain amount of "smog" and pollution in London, plus electronic equipment creates a kind of black dust.

What was beautiful is that once I was finished - and was waiting for my husband (and son) to collect me with all my stuff, I took pictures of my view from the window, and the blue sky didn't half cheer me on, to thinking the future may be bright after all.

Sadly my husband took so long to arrive that it was dark when we left - which I didn't want.  But at least we got to eat before we left. My favourite food that I always bought in Liverpool Street if I was late in the office:

Wasabi! Yummy!

Now onwards and upwards to see what life has in store for me next - once I recover from this ordeal which has not been easy.

Two months in "administration" is not for the faint hearted.

Liska x