A coworker of mine had a good-bye party since she is leaving for one year (she is having a baby at the end of May).
I was happy for her. I really was. She never said or did anything that would hurt me.
But what I hated is the small talk at parties. The question that different people asked (as part of a joke / part of something that is usually asked at good-bye parties like that):
So, who is next???
How I hate this question. I am not the next. I will never be the next.
I excused myself from a party as soon as I could. I went to my desk to pretend to work (I couldn't really work since the office was overcrowded) and listened to Rolling Stones.
I know. These questions don't hurt me now (ten years later), but I hate the assumption that it will be easy for whoever will be next, or that there is an expectation and pressure on whoever they decide "who will be next."
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