I left my job today.
Notice period over. Everything handed in. Nothing left to do. Nice presentation for the leaving gift and such. One final chance to say a few words, say my goodbyes and shake everyone's hand. And then, gone. I no longer work there.
It's a big moment. I promised myself it'd happen before last summer, and then again before last October, for a lot of reasons that I won't go into now. But the going-away card had more names on than the last two people to leave put together, so I must have been doing something right. It's a turning point, I think. A concrete step.
It still hasn't sunk in. Still the most memorable part of the day is that I lost a scarf. Pull-over biking one-piece, entirely windproof. God's gift to anyone on two wheels, worn this morning because it was cold. A birthday present I picked out back in May because it was something that would come in useful whenever. And at some point between leaving the office and getting out of the car at home, I lost it.
One of the most important days of the last year+change, and all I can think of is that fucking scarf, and how I'd give a lot to get it back. I guess all the impact has to start somewhere and that's an easy outlet.
I get the feeling I'll be thinking about that scarf a lot over the next few days.
: Apart from screaming "I have to rewrite how much because of one fucking sentence?", but that's another story altogether.