I started shredding papers in the office today, and that’s the start. We are slowly winding down. Our office is closing down within the next two months and having said that, I have two months to go before I become one of the stars in the constellation of the ever increasing population of the jobless.
There are tons of papers that needed shredding, especially those confidential ones and I was literally just shredding papers the whole day.
I removed the papers from the box files, which gave me a lot of empty box files when just yesterday I was ordering a lot of them as I don’t have enough to keep my pile of papers.
I removed staple wires that held the files together. Files that I am now tearing apart.
I kept shredding. Paper after paper. File after file.
I stood in awe. This is what my years of hard work is now. Tiny bits of paper.
As I carried the big plastic bag containing the shredded papers to the garbage chute, a sudden gust of wind came and blew a lot of shredded papers leaving them, hanging in midair, like shining confetti thrown into air after a successful concert, like dried leaves falling off the branches of a dying tree.
And as the shredded papers gently fell down, I said, yes, at one point, we all have to say goodbye.
It was stupid of me not to tie up the plastic bag before heading to the garbage chute. I called the building cleaner to sweep the floor filled with paper confetti.
He brought a broom and dust pan, started sweeping and finally threw every thing into the chute.
I stood in awe. This is where my years of hard work is going to. Garbage bin.