Today is sort of my last day at work. I had made all this peace with The Last Day and how it was the day before my birthday, and Bryant’s last day, too, and we’d start off our new life next week.
But I’ve been asked to come back next week or the week after or some time to do some more work that I don’t particularly want to do. So that makes me feel like there’s not really an appropriate time for hugs and goodbyes and stuff. It’s also just been a really weird ending, anyway. People petering out one by one all week, and rumors and dumpsters and notes on DVD extras.
Sometimes I want the big farewell, and sometimes I want to sneak out the back door when no one is looking. This feels kind of like an awful combination of the two.