that's it then.
I am now unemployed. I admit I am feeling a little uncertain about the future, and I'm not really sure I know who I am right now. I'm going to need a few days to get my head around this new reality, I think.
My immediate coworkers took me out to an awesome Chinese buffet, and I got some lovely gifts and was offered some home phone numbers and big hugs from a bunch of people, including some that I don't even know very well. And my closest coworker got a little teary when he gave me my goodbye hug.
I had quite a few things to finalize today and what with going out for lunch and all, I had to push pretty hard to get everything straightened up the way I wanted before I left. So I thought I was doing really well when I looked down at my watch and saw it was only 2:30. Until I then looked at the computer and it read 3:53.
I dunno, should I be taking some sort of omen from the fact that my watch stopped working on my last day of work?
I left work an hour and a half late, but satisfied that I had completed everything on my list. Everything was finalized, looked after, put to bed. And I found the perfect touch to impart fond memories on me when I reached the urban assault vehicle. Campus parking had given me a final parting gift - a parking ticket.
Okay, it was actually a "Courtesy Parking Notice", because my parking pass was not displayed. My parking pass was not displayed because I had handed it back in to the parking office AFTER I phoned the no-tag line to let them know.
When I started up the engine, Talk Show Host started playing, and I rolled all the windows down and turned the volume up to 11 (something I only ever do with the windows closed). And I drove out of that parking lot forever, singing along with Thom in my most belligerent snarl, "You want me? Fucking well come and find me".
first trivia note of the newly renamed Lazy Unemployed Bastard Files:
- my music player categorizes Talk Show Host under showtunes