My last day at this job is tomorrow (finally landed a gig in the same general vicinity as SkipMagic).
And right now, after two weeks replete with the frantic tying of loose ends, I’m sitting here with nothing more to do.
Oh, tomorrow I’ll mail out a nice letter to the people from other agencies with whom I’ve worked closely in this position, to say “I’m outta here, nice working with you, the new person’s name is blah blah blah” and a few other sundry things (which should take all of 45 minutes total) before my going-away party starts at 1:00, but Dude.
In my neighborhood, trash day is marked by the spilled and rummaged trash cans of those who don’t believe in lids and do believe in putting their trash cans out the night before so stray dogs can overturn them and search for snacks.
Congratulations auntie em! Though I have to admit a sense of loss here. Any chance Turned Up Formerly Missing Coworker will keep in touch? Send you an afghan? A stuffed bunny? A Christmas card?