I put in my last Monday night on the reference desk last night. It was also my colleague's last night--she's retiring after 35 years. I don't know if it was the Darvocet (thanks to emergency root canal earlier in the day) or what, but it wasn't very milestoney or emotional or anything. I think I'm trying not to think, "This is the last time I'll ever answer a question for Walt," or "Should I let Jill know that I'm leaving?" I'm leaving in a really good way. It's time for me to leave, I'm leaving on good terms, and I'm going to a really great situation. I guess I'm feeling a little guilty for not feeling more emotional about leaving the place I've spent the past 11 years. Or, maybe I'm fooling myself and will be hit with a huge wave of sadness at some point.
Today is Rochelle Day and everyone will eat cake in my honor. (I requested white cake with choc frosting). My colleague, who is an extremely private person, wants no recognition of her exit, but I will still let her eat some cake. Will cake make me cry?
But, no time for reflection now...the drywall guy just got here.