The Artist is Out of This Office
Good-byes are lousy. Some people do well with them (meaning they don't care) and some people don't do well with them (meaning they do). Here are examples of good-byes I utterly loath:
Two floors, two bathrooms, ten tips of the hat.
What would my last day at this office be without some last minute guerilla art? It seemed only right.
Once, when I was dropped off in a cab by a man I had been getting to know all night (in the platonic sense), and who I seemed to have enjoyed a connection with, said to me: "Summer, good luck to you."
Another time, a woman I had sort of built a light friendship with stopped in to say good-bye to me before she moved somewhere. She hugged me and said, with warm affection in her voice, "Have a nice life."
Both are such a kind way to kiss off, but a kiss of is a kiss off. I LOATH these kind of good-byes. I don't believe in them. I guess I am the kind of person who is not so good at good-byes. Why make it so ICE COLD?
Today is my last day at a job, which is always a strange time. People share secrets with you. Affection is more likely. You may eat exceptionally better than you normally do. Tonight, I have my final so-long party. There are some people I will see again, and some people who I could say, "Have a nice life" to or "Good luck to you", but I won't. I've decided to say it in my OWN way.
Two floors, two bathrooms, ten tips of the hat.What would my last day at this office be without some last minute guerilla art? It seemed only right.
Labels: art at work
posted by Summer Pierre at
12:08 PM
6 Comments:
I've never spent more than 4 years in one place, so I've probably said more good-byes than most people. They're no fun, and I'm glad to say I've never really gotten used to it. And in August, I get to do it again myself. :(
So... my sympathies as you say farewell and move on to new things. I love the guerilla art you left behind. I'll have to think of something similar...
Is "taken care of..." somehow synonymous with "flushed away..."? That is great! What a funny thing to see when walking into a restroom! //
This post intrigues me because I am probably the worst person on the planet when it comes to dealing with goodbyes. I mean, accepting goodbyes, in almost any form -- even if they have been delivered in the most reasonable and tactful manner possible. //
Entrepeneurial idea for you, by the way: charge people to create "visual vignettes" that capture special episodes in their lives -- since some of us don't have the skills to draw these ourselves. People might really pay you for this!
That's classic. I love your guerilla art!
(also, is it some weird coincidence that the captcha below says "oydumpva"? ;)
I hope we see some more of the guerilla art, because I am totally and utterly in love with your form of goodbye. You're a wonder Summer Pierre, and I'm glad to know you even if it's in an odd and almost voyeuristic way through your blog.
What if the toilet paper runs out in the bathroom, and the sign says "All of your problems are taken care of?" What a great ironic message that would be!
I just wish I was the one who thought of that! Very cool.
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