8 March 2002
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Well, I'm unemployed. How weird is this, seriously? I still haven't accepted it. But the day went really smoothly. I cleaned up my desk and sent out some emails this morning and then around 11:30 my team took me out for pizza. When we got back I ate some Thin Mints nervously waiting for my exit interview. It turned out to just be me turning in my i.d. and getting info on COBRAing my insurance. Then it was all about saying good-bye. I didn't make it around to everyone, it was hard enough as it was. I hugged the director of HR tightly and she kissed me on the forehead and told me to not lose touch. I breathed deeply and walked over to the CEO's office. He hugged me and told me that he was envious (!) and that if I ever needed anything to give him a call. Then he hugged me again and thanked me for being on his team. I almost started crying then, but I didn't. I hugged his assistant quickly, pushing the tears back, and told her to print out my good-bye email for him to read. She promised she would and wished me luck as I walked out. I went back to my desk and grabbed my bag and said my hardest good-byes, even though really, I'll see most of them tonight. Tom put a little rolled up piece of paper* in my hand and said it was my parting gift. I grabbed my bag and my keys and yelled Bye! and walked out the door. I didn't feel sad as I crossed the grass. I didn't feel sad as I got in my car. I didn't feel sad as I opened the sunroof and drove out the winding path for the final time. I felt a little lost, to be honest, but also really free. I turned up my music and drove for awhile, swinging through Starbucks to use my money wisely. (Ha.) Damn. It's over. Does this mean I have to edit my bio now? *It read Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can somehow become great. - Mark Twain The notify wants you. And the forum wants you too, fool.
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