Professionals Don't Cry

Andrew Duncan's faithful dog who chose to mourn and die on his master's grave in 1931, Penang cemetery

Just got back from Penang. The day before I left for my recent long weekend break in Penang, I handed in my resignation letter. It wasn't a decision that was easy to make and it saddened my direct boss greatly but he understood why I had to leave. There we were in his room chatting at great length, being completely honest to each other. I entered the room vowing not to shed a tear. I have worked so long in the company, tasted the good, the sweet, the bitter and the bad. But I had shed nary a single tear in front of him. Professionals don't cry.

"So, I guess you have made up your mind to leave and pursue your dreams?" he queried. His voice was gentle and sad.

"Yeah," I said.

"Well, I just want you to know that you'll always have a place here. If you ever want to come back, just give me a ring."

That was when a tear slid down my cheek. And a great many more followed. It felt so good to hear that. That my sacrifices and contribution to the company did not go unnoticed. And somehow along the way, I gained his trust and friendship.

It's true that professionals don't cry. But humans do.

I hope to start in my new writing job in two months' time. Will keep you guys posted.

Happy New Year, all.