Last days anywhere are inherently awkward. I just had mine at my current/old job, and it was bittersweet. The kids made me lots of great cards, which I will hang up at home. I cried over the cards. But my brain wasn’t there; it was already planning for this new job, trying to remember everything I need to get done over the next couple of days, dealing with nerves that are natural with any new job. It’s a little like being disembodied. People always wait until you’re leaving to share nice sentiments about how much they liked you or will miss you, and the kids tried to get me to stay. So I feel like I’m cheating them a little because my body is there taking it all in but my brain had stolen my car, driven home, and was planning an outfit for my first day at this new job.
Archive: September 16, 2008