Leaving work

Today was my last day. Same strange experience as for church really. I kept forgetting that I'm not coming back. I pulled all the rubbish from my locker, and removed the decorations. They all have memories.

My two 'gold stars,' a tiny gift label, and some inexplicably beautiful packing material, artfully cut out and stuck to my door by Soren.

We all went out for Christmas dinner last Saturday, good food, better company. It will probably have to suffice for a farewell.

There were fireworks too! Going out with a bang...

I hereby tender my resignation

I put this on my boss's desk last a couple of weeks ago. It feels pretty final, all written down and official like that. I'm going to be sad to leave.

(it looked better printed out, something happened to the formatting in transit.)