You just slip out the back, JackToday is my last day at work. Yesterday it finally hit me as I was throwing out half the stuff in my filing cabinet that this is it. 40 hours a week for 13 years comes to so little. I cried on my way home.
Make a new plan, Stan
You don't need to be coy, Roy
Just get yourself free
Hop on the bus, Gus
You don't need to discuss much
Just drop off the key, Lee
And get yourself free
- Paul Simon 50 ways to leave your lover
Now it is 4am and I can't sleep. Today I have to pull together my last gasp attempt to finish what I said I would before I go, do something sensible with a few hundred emails, pass on my last words of wisdom and have a few drinks with my workmates (and probably more than a few more).
K asked me a while ago "Do your friends at work love you?" Today I hold them very dear.
4 comments:
So weird: not being related to that place any more.
This is the day.
It can catch quite hard. Especially when you're not expecting it. Hope the next few days make up for it.
Hope you're doing okay. How was the last day?
(p.s. I once wrote a paper and used that song as the theme of the paper. heh.)
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