[Live blogging, because I have little else to do today. Scroll down for updates.]
This is my last day of work.
I will cry (which is why I am leaving the kleenex box on my desk). I will probably collapse at home in the middle of our box-filled apartment in utter relief. Or I will just wash the dishes and carry on a regular evening.
So unbelieveable. My brain is numb….
Completed my check-out paperwork and handed in my ID badge, parking tag, and key. That last item is such a powerful thing for me. I feel grown-up when entrusted with a key or a code. I liked the end-of-day ritual of locking up my offices. You know how it is…to be responsible for a room or building, to be a gate keeper of stuff or knowledge contained therein.
A coworker made a paper sign for her desk which had her Facebook photo and a text box saying, C. is in denial. When I came around the corner into her office, I took one look at her pitiful face and looked at the sign. I had the biggest laugh over it. She is leaving it up the rest of the day.
Yeah, Amber, its hard, because these folks were my friends and social network for the last three years. The lines between church friends and work friends often blurred. If I had to work, this would have been the best I could muster in this town.
…Last 20 minutes….Oy!