Well, I wasn't planning on my last week at the job monopolizing my blog this week but it's turning out that way. In fact, not much this week is turning out as I planned.
I figured by now I'd have all my loose ends wrapped up and turned over to my replacement, and I'd be just coasting to Friday. Spending my days dismantling my office, maybe reminiscing a little here and there.
No such luck. Every time I start to show him another "routine" task, something very "unroutine" pops up that I have to take care of. After all, I can't just dump everything on the guy. So I've gone from "just three more days" to "OMG, I've only got three days!"
And people are starting to drop by to say good-bye. Mostly volunteers who aren't in every day, so they won't be there on Friday. They want to know what I'm going to do after this week. In detail. Day by day itinerary. I guess it doesn't occur to anyone that I still have work to finish during my last three days. Well, why would it? It didn't occur to me.
I would just work late, get things finished in the evening. But every night this week is filled with a Christmas play or band concert or choir concert. (What made me think that two weeks before Christmas was the ideal time to retire?)
The only saving note at this point is...it will be over in three days. Finished or unfinished, ready or not. Here it comes.
Countdown to retirement and writing full time: 3 work days to go.
I'm currently enjoying: The Mummy Case by Elizabeth Peters (Got to get this finished this week. It belongs to someone at work.)
Groaner of the Day: A woman has twins and gives them up for adoption. One of them goes to a family in Egypt and is named Ahmal. The other goes to a family in Spain, where he is named Juan. Years later, Juan sends a picture of himself to his birth mother. Upon receiving the picture, she tells her husband that she wishes she also had a picture of Ahmal. Her husband responds, "They're twins, sweetheart! If you've seen Juan, you've seen Ahmal."