I had a little send off party at work yesterday. It was a day before my last day but everyone was at the main office for a quarterly all-staff meeting so we just tied the two together. I didn't want a party but it wasn't so bad. There were a couple surprise guests that I was tickled to see and I received some lovely gifts, including a very generous gift card from the same bookstore we did the readings at last week. Plus a couple gift sets of assorted teas - I drink a lot of tea while I write. And there was some reminiscing, some old memories to enjoy.
Then it was back to work. Still some things to be wrapped up before I'm done. We'll probably be working right up to close of business on Friday.
A co-worker came by to return a book I'd lent him. Deep South by Nevada Barr. He really enjoyed it and I was about to offer to bring in another when I remembered I wouldn't be there to get it back. I'll miss that - lending books back and forth at work and discussing the ones we've shared.
It struck me just before I left that I've managed to get my office all cleaned up for the next guy but my house is a mess. I should have left the office mess for him and cleaned my own space.
I'm going to wear a Red Sox t-shirt for my last day. Our CEO is a Sox fan, too, so he'll appreciate it. In fact, I'm leaving him the big Red Sox decal that graces the glass in my office door.
This is going to feel very strange today. Finishing up the last few bits of work. Taking down the last of my pictures. Turning in my keys. Saying goodbye.
But next week, if someone should ask what I do, the answer will be simple...I'm a writer.
Wish me luck.
Countdown to retirement and writing full time: Last Day
I'm currently enjoying: The Mummy Case by Elizabeth Peters
Groaner of the Day: Two boll weevils grew up in the Deep South. One went to Hollywood and became a famous actor. The other stayed behind in the cotton fields and never amounted to much. The second one, naturally, became known as the lesser of two weevils.