Last day at company (LDAC)

farewell mail

LDAC
or Last day at company, the abbreviated form of which – with ‘C’ replaced by our company’s initial letter – is usually used as a mail subject line when people are leaving our company.

Since the past few months, I have received quite a few LDAC mails. As in our company LDAC mails are one of the few mails that can be sent to the entire employee base, we get LDACs of even people we don’t know. Such mails do not make you think quite so much. However this week there has been two LDACs already, and I already know of one more that is to come.
Two of which are from people who are going to leave the country for future education while one may still be around for sometime, but you never know.

The thing with LDACs from people you know, is even though you have a fair amount of idea that such a mail will be seen in your inbox, but at the moment you finally receive one, you are in a mixed emotional state. Kind of how it is to be a commitate whose friends are getting committed; but for a whole different set of reasons and a different set of emotions on the palette.

Every LDAC from a friend simply implies one less friend in the company. A company can soon feel like a machine with you guys working like gears to help it run if you don’t have friends in it. Friends make you feel comfortable in your company, and that is really very important. When you have friends at your office, you have people with whom you can plan things and you don’t have to worry if your work time may clash with theirs’, you can pause from work for a moment and take a walk from your cubicle away with a friend, or you can just chat with them during office hours without being too formal. I am not saying that I always do all of that, but at least having the option to do it, sounds better.
So every time you see an LDAC from a friend you feel more like a gear. And then comes the added horror of whether they will be in contact. I mean they were in contact till now but then that might be, just because you guys had similar work timings and easy access. But with friends leaving your workplace, the fear of getting deserted becomes clearer, as now you start thinking if they will come, any more, for hangouts, chats, celebrate birthday parties and all the fun stuffs you used to have. I have kept seeing friends getting lost in the crowd from school till now, and now even though a major part of you is used to that fact; there are some friends in the crowd of colleagues that you were not expecting to have initially, and now that you do have some good bonds, no matter how used to it you are, a part of you always wants to not let go of them.

However you cannot be all sulking. They left probably for something better, and you should be happy for them. Something good is happening to them and that is something that forced you to be happy for them even though a major part of your brain is still coping up with sorrow and horror. But that is not all. There is another emotion which sneaks in at this point; and this emotion is not alone. It is a thug which usually comes with a gang to bully you.

Confusion, doubts and restlessness team up to you and they all torture you with question marks as their preferred tool.
“Why are you still here?”
“Is it not time for you to move on like them, maybe to a different company?”
“Future Education?”
“Do you have any plans?”
“Is it not about time that you have some?”

And many more, and all you can do is just sit there either answering them or listening to those questions. Either way you are bullied, but if you have answers you can get away faster, if not, let God help you.
The questions these thugs pose even overshadows the sweet questions that you should be thinking about like,
“What should I do for them on their last day”
“Where should we plan the farewell party?”
“Should I be giving a gift? What should I give?”

And after the end of the emotional chaos that can last anywhere from between 5 seconds to 5 minutes inside your head things finally settle down and you start thinking of a reply mail. You have to have a reply; that is a friend, leaving.

And I did. I did reply to them, framing my sorrow, horror, happiness, confusion, doubts and restlessness, in words that sound gentle subtle and thoughtful. I did not actually let my emotions guide my fingers as I was typing a reply mail, otherwise the mail would have pretty much been a gibberish full of half framed irrelevant sentences. I would keep that reply for the farewell party :-), if we have one :-(, I hope we do :-|.

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