Hanging up the ol' lab coat

The place was desolate on that particular day with everyone having fled with anticipation of much joyous festivities on the morrow. The long halls he traversed were eerily muted with the ringing silence of emptiness and as he walked on by, he noticed how much this contrasted with the everyday hustle and bustle of footsteps and voices.

It was rather amusing how he had such a change of feeling now that he had completed those few months in the lab. He remembered how frightening it was on the first day with much trembling hands and jumping hearts but with time, experience steadied the hand and confidence calmed the heart. As stressful as it was, those couple of months will be a time always remembered. The friendly jibes, the whispered secrets and the shared whining all added colour to the long lab hours. It was hard work but satisfying all the same.

As he cleared his cluttered workspace he can't help but think about it. He will certainly miss it, now that it is over. Slinging the lab coat over his shoulder, he walked out with the thought that maybe doing it for a living isn't so bad after all.