We are born; we study; we work for almost half a century; we retire and get our pension; after a couple of years or three, we die. That’s how mundane one’s description of life is. I got that from one episode of The Office (British edition).
People at work come and go; some workers even find it hard to leave that one place that has nurtured them because of the friendships they had established. And so they make such passionate resignation letters telling their immediate bosses how much have learned throughout their stay in the company, or how sorry they are to leave the firm were it not for the HUGE offer they got, or yada-yada-yada.
What do you get in return? Not even a thank you after years of making use of your brain. Days before your very last day, they might invite you for a lunch-out with the whole team at some posh all-you-eat diner or a sad get together in the conference room with some buckets of KFC chicken.
Work as if you were to live a hundred years. Pray as if you were to die tomorrow. – Benjamin Franklin
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