Today was my last day at work, and of course there was a party. Actually there were two parties a small get together with the office staff and then a big one with the whole department. The little party was nice... I had thought about something nice to say to each of them, and had some goodbye gifts for them - they got me a really nice messenger bag. We chatted and it was nice.
But the big party, well it was overwhelming. I very quickly got cornered... by people I didn't know very well actually. But then they called me up to the front of the room and my closest co-worker said some nice things and gave me a scrap book they'd put together, everyone contributed something... it was really touching, I totally burst into tears - I really wasn't expecting to be emotional. But the scrap book was really the best kind of gift for me. People drew pictures and wrote nice things... it really blew me away how much work had gone into it. Which was all great.
The rat is saying "You're rat-tastic!"
Except that they then expected me to say something.
It's times like that when I wish I were a better liar. Seriously I tried to come up with something nice and generic and authentic to say. I came up with "Well ... it's been interesting." I think I said I would miss people and that it was just time to move on. I managed not to say "God I hated this job." which is probably as much as I could expect for myself. And it was hard to hear people say how great I'd been when I knew how much I slacked off. I'm not good with the polite fictions.
And now it's all over. I don't think it's quite sunk in yet. Tomorrow will be a very interesting day.