Tomorrow is my last day at work for a year.
OK, its really something like 357 days… but that’s close enough to a year.
When Sharaun and I decided to do this trip, and it came time to inform the sawmill powers that be, I walked in resolved. Not angry, not spiteful, just… resolved. I was prepared to quit, but with intent to simply try to get back in after our trip. I figured I’d have a good chance, my network is strong and track-record decent. So I laid out my case; stated my intent. And the sawmill said something like, “Oh don’t leave. Just take some time.” Not those words, but that was the sentiment. So, I am. I’m “taking some time.”
And that time begins tomorrow 5pm. OK maybe 4pm; sue me. The past week or so has been a blur of wrapping things up & send-off happy hours. I’ve eaten tater tots for dinner and gotten Uber receipts with post-3am timestamps. Not the best training for the ~80mi JMT hike I start next Friday, but a lot of fun regardless. Re-born along the JMT into a new year… that worked out quite nicely.
Anyway the last real work-things are now complete, yet I’ll finish my time in the office because that’s how I do. It’s funny though, it’s like my career has wrapped around on itself… these “last” days blurring into something really familiar… sitting in a cube, mostly bereft of real work, listening to music – very much like those first days.
Anyway, tomorrow is my last day at work for a year. Guess I know what I’ll be listening to first-thing Saturday morning, huh? Wow.