Reaching the end

I'm reaching the end. Do I feel anything about it? don't think so. I don't feel anything special, just thinking about what's going to be & not about what it was.

A quite long and boring experience... what else? A period of time, an occupation, an aspect , a side of my life... nothing special.

Did I learn anything? Certainly more than I believe, but not much.

I learned about what is a bad management, about what is not worth to do, about patience & anger.

It did let me time, a lot of time to do many other things; in that way it was a sort of luxurious job. Plenty of time... as time goes by; as Time is so precious.

Actually I learned a lot, but not very often about the professional aspects, more about the human aspects.

Better to think that we learned than the contrary; better to think that way...

Happy to let it all behind me, happy to think about what is ahead, about the time that comes.

About camping, walking, laughing. About the little air of freedom that I smell in the false empty time of unemployement...