So yesterday was Ruthie's last day in the office. Her supervisor told her she was "giddy". Today, it's my turn. Never has cleaning been this much fun. I've archived and deleted all the files on my computer. I've transferred the two laptops and desktop off my property to someone else's. My cubicle is empty save two boxes. And I'm smiling. I don't think I've ever smiled this much while trapped within these walls.
Speaking of boxes, Ruthie and I have three that we're taking to the airport. I've seen the occasional box come down the luggage conveyor belt before - never before did I think I would be one of the people sending a box on an airplane with me. Also never before did I think I would be one of the people who needed a cart because I've got eight bags' worth of stuff with which I'm travelling. I wonder how many people at the airport will look at us and judge, thinking that we have five suitcases and three boxes and expect that we're only staying for like two weeks in Sydney.
Back to the subject of my last day, T-30 minutes until the "party" begins. Technically it begins at 3p, but it doesn't look like anyone is leaving yet. By party, I mean I'm totally riding the coat tails of my boss's goodbye party. What's been kind of surreal is to hear people discuss the party, gift, and plaque they're giving me as if I wasn't here. Sure it's super difficult to actually say anything around my cube without being overheard, which is why I'm pretty sure after a while some people just gave up, but that doesn't make it any less odd for me. Wait, I lied ... looks like people are getting ready to go.
Aaaannnnd ...... I'm out!
-EP
Remember a 747 is a huge plane so walk around. Use the 20 bathrooms. Maybe even venture upstairs where the fancy people sit. Yes there is an upstairs. Unfortunately they won't be offering chicken or eel like they did on my trip to that side of the world. Of course I was heading to Beijing. Good luck and god speed.
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