It was the perfect day for it, the boss was WFH (Working From Home)and colleague #1 left about 4:30, anxious to start a 3 day hunting trip. Colleague #2 left about 4:40 to pick up her sons - I was left alone. I swiped a garbage bag liner from one of the bins in an empty cubicle and put my few personal effects in the sack. I wasn’t much at all- after 36 years several jobs and locations - you adopt a kind of minimalism. During the day I had discreetly cleaned out what little remained in my drawers and discarded a few remaining papers and some acrylic momentous telling the world what a great employee I was. I made sure to wipe out a coffee stained drawer with the office cleaning spray can some distracted evening cleaning crew left long ago- I left the cubicle cleaner than I found it- no trace that I was ever there. All the while the left leg with the funny residual cramp reminded me that it was long past time to go. I grabbed my backpack and sack, took one last look around and left.
I’ll catch the Boss with a phone call in the morning and let him know that he will receive my official notification on Thursday, my last day will be the first Thursday in January and of course finish all my projects. -I have 4 weeks vacation coming.
I am reminded of an experience I had surf fishing one day at Jones beach inlet. The God Awful, buzzy jet skiers had mad a mess of fishing and I hated them for it. I hadnt conceded defeat and was still throwing when a very large sail boat, under full sail nearly silently swung by. The contrast was striking- how something so large, could be so elegant, graceful, leave not trace and do no harm.
No, I am no where near as graceful sailboat but it is something to aspire to - At least I can leave no trace.
I’ll catch the Boss with a phone call in the morning and let him know that he will receive my official notification on Thursday, my last day will be the first Thursday in January and of course finish all my projects. -I have 4 weeks vacation coming.
I am reminded of an experience I had surf fishing one day at Jones beach inlet. The God Awful, buzzy jet skiers had mad a mess of fishing and I hated them for it. I hadnt conceded defeat and was still throwing when a very large sail boat, under full sail nearly silently swung by. The contrast was striking- how something so large, could be so elegant, graceful, leave not trace and do no harm.
No, I am no where near as graceful sailboat but it is something to aspire to - At least I can leave no trace.