Well, today is my last Friday at my current job, and after a quick pop-in on Monday, I’ll be technically un-employed for about two weeks …
I’ve spent the last week deleting emails, going through files and cleaning off my desk, sorting through all the piles of who-knows-what I’ve managed to acquire over the last three and a half years. Each day the prospect of leaving gets less wierd, as I keep getting more used to not being there. It’s kinda strange, actually, now looking at people and thWell, today is my last Friday at my current job, and after a quick pop-in on Monday, I’ll be technically un-employed for about two weeks …
I’ve spent the last week deleting emails, going through files and cleaning off my desk, sorting through all the piles of who-knows-what I’ve managed to acquire over the last three and a half years. Each day the prospect of leaving gets less wierd, as I keep getting more used to not being there. It’s kinda strange, actually, now looking at people and the department from a more detached perspective, not thinking of it as mine anymore. It’s their’s to deal with without me. I’ve said my personal goodbye’s to pretty much everyone, and with the exception of a few minor pieces of paperwork, I’m pretty much finished.
I don’t know why I keep thinking that I should be thinking or feeling something slightly more profound about this move, but I don’t have much left to say about all this, other than I think there will be an alcohol-based send-off tonight, and then a Monday morning farewell breakfast.
So, in the end, not a bad way to wrap things up!
