Expectations vs Reality

My last day at Passion and Perfumes ltd as follows:

I finished my internship 3 months earlier than I was supposed to because I was head-hunted by another multinational perfume creating company. My 3 months internship was not renewed as agreed, because I didn't sleep with the owners' son.

I woke up really relaxed, singed a bit under the shower than spontaniously decided to wear the same clothes I wore on my first day just for fun. I hardly slept 3 hours, felt like my boyfriend had broke up with me and now i still have meet him to give his stuff back. 2 days before i have already decided on what I would wear, the same clothes I had wore the first day of my work, in order to properly close this period, paranthese of my life. The choice of my clothes had not rouse anyone to the slightest extent, but I did sweat the whole day in my boots desinged for wintertime.

On my way to work, I enjoyed the beautiful scenery, the amazing view I had the luck to check out every morning, and as if nature wanted to give me a good luck present, it was an especially sunny day and some brave jasmin already perfumeing the region. A nice flowery scent mixed with the saltiness of the see. It was officially the foggiest day of the year, but I considered it as nature's goodbye present, cause I am in love with texture of fog. Though I didn't see anything at all... almost died when a motorcycle with obvious suicidal tendency overpassed me. My car smelled like quarter life crisis mixed with opressed anger.

Arriving to the company, I went first to the Black Widow. I got to know that she took me to her company because she wanted me to be the new girlfriend of his son. I expressed my impression of injustice with rolling some furnitures and soft strangling, and left without saying goodbye. I went to the Black Widow first, who preteded to be interested in what I woud do afterwards, while I gave her the bottle of wine I bought to thank her for the opportunity. Before stepping out of her office, I told her how much I like her hair so that she would think that I really have a capillary obsession, and all those times I complimented on her hair was not for sucking up.

Then I went to the senior perfumer's office, to confort him, because he really looked sad for me leaving. We chated a bit and than when I stood up to go to the door, I saw a drop of tear in the corner of his eyes. He stood next to me and made an almost unperceptible attemp to kiss me. I preteneded not noticing it and went out from his office waving back from time to time. I heard him sighing deeply even though I already closed his office's door. I went to say good bye to the senior perfumer's office, to thank him for those 5 mins breaks he took every week from his 5 hours coffee break to train me. We chated a bit, he lied about him calling his fellow perfumers to check if there is any opportunity for me in other companies. He stood up to lead me towards the door when I realized the drop of a tear in the corner of his eyes. It turned out that he has allergy, than he tapped me on the shoulder as his sign of encouragement, and maybe even slightly pushed me towards the door. He waved me on my way out of his office while with his other hand, he was already typing "download music" in his computer.

It was time to say good bye to other co-workers in the production site. They prepared a big board for me, written on it: "You were the sunshine in Perfume and Passion!" I was suprised to hear that they wrote a petition and ever since I have left, they are on strike. The co-workers from the production were not surprised about me leaving, they knew that I would not stay long if I am not getting closer with Owner Jr. One of the employees told me I was the sunshine at Perfume and Passion, than they all got back to their work, since Fridays they can leave earlier if they finish the work load.

Leaving the company, I put on my sunglasses and directly drove to Cannes for shopping. After I have definitively left the company, I drove home. It was still very foggy and I called my mum on my way, so I almost died again. At home, I watched series and comforted myself with macadamia ice cream.

After shopping in Cannes, I threw a party and have spent the night laughing and dancing.
When I woke up from ice cream coma, I invited my only 3 close friends, and have spent the night laughing and eating. When they left, I felt totally frank ( food - drunk ) and I knew that there is left much more for me to be digested than just dinner.