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.
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My library people like me too
That is the nice thing about being a librarian, most people like you - even crumudgeony old me.
I told some of the regulars I was leaving, but some of the nuttier ones I did not. I did have to leave a card for one lady because she would be offended if I didn't. She was CCL (crazy Catholic lady - she is still mad about Vatican II- then again I am too)
My co-workers had a party for the 2 of us that were leaving. I got a book, a really big gift certificate to Bern's , and a nice bottle of Jameson.
We got the 23y/o former MLS student who decided to go into teaching an LL Bean briefcase.
Good times.
Best of luck
Best of luck with the move, Rochelle...
It's nice that you had a job that you loved so much that you even have to contemplate "Will I cry over my cake?" (Great choice in cake, by the way).
Here's hoping the next one is just as loved.