Three days left, but who’s counting?
You’ll excuse my lack of blogging but we did have an epic post last week and besides, there’s only one thing on my mind this week. I’m not sure anyone will be interested but here goes.
You know how when you’re about to go on vacation, suddenly work takes on a new urgency? Because whatever doesn’t get done will CRASH YOUR BUSINESS while you’re gone? Imagine you are leaving FOREVER! This is to say, it’s been a bit of a crazy week. There’s been a lot of “oh my God, I’ll never have access to the global address book again – must copy down the contacts I need!” and “are there any CD’s I might want that I didn’t already take in the ten years I’ve been here? Because maybe I’ll suddenly have a need for that somewhere down the line! Grab it now, grab it now!” Conversely, my actual work has totally fallen through the cracks. The way I worked it out, I taught everything to my replacement in the last couple of weeks and now he’s supposed to be doing my job while I float helpfully in the background to answer any questions he may have. Except he’s still doing his job plus interviewing six people a day for his own replacement (I have no idea why this is) so essentially, no one’s doing my job. Oh well!
Also, my co-workers are beginning to get annoyed by the fact that I am grinning insanely most of the day. I’m not sure, but I think they are starting to suspect that I am delighted to leave. This is, of course, because I am delighted to leave. I know I’ll be sad and sobby the last day, but the week has been glorious. Wouldn’t work be awesome if it was just taking care of your own business all day? So like, making sure your insurance carries over and looking for a work-study job and deleting your files off the computer and planning your online business? In between chatting with people from your own company and your colleagues at other companies about how great it’s been to work with them and let’s all stay in touch? It’s gotten to the point where when someone calls me for actual work items (“could you hook me up with this info about Band X’s last record?”), I am at first indignant and irritated until I remember, oh yes, this stuff will still matter to you next week. Sorry.
Ironically, the closest thing I can compare it to is the last week of school. There aren’t any more tests, no one really cares, and everyone’s just hanging around and eating cupcakes. Or maybe I just dreamt that. Except here, of course, it’s just me and everyone else is staying. No matter. There is this overwhelming sense that soon, very soon, I will be free. It feels like mental cupcakes right now and I don’t think I’ll feel the stomachache until it’s over.
