The End of Work
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On a calm autumn evening, Sami sat on his old wooden chair in the office where he had worked for over thirty years. It was five o’clock the official end of the workday but he didn’t move.
Papers were stacked neatly on his desk, most of them long irrelevant. Everything was digital now. The folders were just... memories.
He shut down the computer, then glanced at the dusty coffee machine in the corner. It hadn’t worked in months.
He chuckled softly.
"Even the coffee gave up before I did."
"Are you done? Everyone’s waiting outside… to say goodbye."
But the best part? I walked the whole path without forgetting how to be human.”
Not because he forgot…
But because he had enough.
Not really.
Just another beginning this time, with no meetings, no emails…
Just time.
And now, it was finally his.
Just then, his younger colleague, Raed, peeked in with a shy smile.
Sami nodded and slowly stood. He walked past the cubicles once full of noise, debate, deadlines. Now, quiet. Respectful. As if the space knew something important was ending.
In the conference room, his coworkers stood waiting. Some smiled warmly, others blinked back emotion. They handed him a simple gift: a wristwatch engraved with his name and today’s date.
Sami stood to speak. He didn’t say anything at first. Just looked at them. Then:
“Thirty years… that’s not a short time. I’ve seen everything: stress, success, failure, friendship, pride…
He smiled and added:
“Now it’s time to sit at a coffee shop… and watch a new life begin.”
He walked out of the building without looking back.
Not because he forgot…
But because he had enough.
The end?
Not really.
Just another beginning — this time, with no meetings, no emails…
Just time.
And now, it was finally his.