I did everything humanly possible to get kicked out early. I sexually harassed a female co-worker, I've got booze in my filing cabinet, I'm wearing jeans, and I haven't done any real work in two weeks. It worked. Today is my last day.
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We're going to the Chinese buffet restaurant for lunch. I haven't been there in almost two years, since the time I threw up in their bushes after lunch.
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My boss took me out to lunch yesterday. Then I left early yesterday without saying goodbye (she's not in today). I don't do the whole "goodbye" thing. No hugging, no crying. I told my co-worker that I was going to pretend to go to the bathroom this afternoon and just walk out.
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Still waiting for the feeling of calm reflection to descend over me.
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And still waiting.
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I got nothin'. I just want to MOVE ON.
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Okay, maybe just a little somethin'. I'm glad that it was good enough I could stay as long as I did. I'm glad it was bad enough that my decision was fairly simple. I'm not glad that I spent eighteen years in corporate America trying to fit in. I AM glad that I finally have a clue who I am and where I'm going.
Killing time before the end of the day, are we? How about telling us about the time you threw up in the bushes of the Chinese buffet? Or sexually harassing your female co-worker.
Just kidding, Stacy. Congrats on moving on to a new chapter in life.
Posted by: MetroDad | August 17, 2005 at 10:41 AM