Now that I'm down to my last day, I'm realizing how much work I stil need to accomplish. This is definitely bleeding into the next few weeks. What was I thinking?
This morning everyone walked in and were like "Oh Tara, it's your last day!" and I had to keep repeating over and over that I'm not leaving today. I'm still coming to work tomorrow. I finally started teasing them—"Stop trying to kick me out!"
Random sidebar: I'm fairly certain that someone spends their entire day in the men's restroom at work—sole purpose is to hock loogies. Seriously, it's disgusting. The team must be desensitized to it, because I seem to be the only person offended by the noise.
Today the team threw me a goodbye lunch. We ordered from an Indian restaurant that I can't remember the name of. I made people explain to me what everything on the menu was. I mean, my Indian vocabulary really hasn't expanded that much during my time here. I got down "murgh" which means chicken, so I at least know to look for that. Oh, and "paneer" which is like cottage cheese, so I stay FAR away from that. Blech. Anyway, we ended up with mountains of food. Tuesday is an all-veg day for Hindus, so there were only six people eating non-veg food. There were lots of playful "we're-not-sharing-the-dal-with-you-meat-eaters" fights across the table, which was rather amusing.
After we had cake from Sweet Obsession, which is this amazing bakery in Gurgaon. The team was so cute, too. One of the cakes said "We Will Miss U" which almost made me break down, but I managed to hold it together. Then everyone gave me some kind of BS "tradition" about people who are leaving and get a cake have to sing while they are cutting it. please. I was here on day one when Jo left and she did not have to sing. So there. The pressure was too much, however, so I eeked out a little "Old McDonald"—which people didn't believe was a real song—and started cutting the cake. After a few minutes, my impatience must have been rubbing off on the team, because we all just grabbed forks and started digging in. Plates be damned. Once we demolished the blueberry cakes we set our sites on the rum cake. It was pretty hilarious to be a part of. At one point I think Adi almost stabbed me with his fork, we were so obsessed with getting more cake.
Now I'm home and trying my best to pack, but I'm so lazy. I can't say I'm excited about the flight—I mean, who enjoys 15 hours on a plane? I am excited to finally see my friends and family again. And do laundry. I never did figure out how to work the stupid washer in my apartment.
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