Me and Elvis, that is. I'm outta there, and as the sign indicates, I'm going to avoid all those "disturbing office personnel" for the next nine weeks or so. (And yeah, I'm sure there's some that muttered "good riddance" under their breath as I headed for the door.) I have a handful of emails to sling forth today, a couple of quick meetings to call into on Monday, and then on Monday evening I'll jump aboard a plane and leave town.
It was a strange feeling to walk out the door after 8.5 years. I left with a colleague, the person who's covering for me while I'm out, and who I'm partly covering upon my return, when he'll have just left on his own sabbatical. I'm not sure I'd have made it out of the building had he not reminded me that we were due for a going-away lunch for three of us headed out for the summer. I was cleaning my desk, rearranging papers, double-checking expense report submissions - anything to avoid facing the reality of being done - having no real role there for the next several weeks.
Monday evening I'll hand this laptop over to a friend and fellow employee at the borg. She'll keep it safe while I'm out, and more important, it'll keep me from being able to check work email, scan the intranet, or otherwise keep a finger on the place that's been such a pervasive part of my existence since just before the kid turned two. My crackberry will still be getting mail, but I think I've figured out how to hide the icon that tells me it's there and lets me access it, so I'll give that a shot on Monday.
And so it goes. Today I'm packing, cleaning, and heading over to my parents' to celebrate Father's Day and my dad's birthday. I'll probably drop by their place again on Monday before I leave town - but then I'm gone. Kid will be with his dad & dad's SO, cats will be with my aunt and uncle ...
I just can't imagine it right now. Still feels pretty freaking unreal. Just like Elvis' death.
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