I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about it, and I am still not sure what it will feel like to pack my belongings in the car and drive away for the final time, but my last day at work is now a mere ten hours away.
We spend so much of every day, week, month at the office, so it is inevitable these people become like family. Dysfunctional, oh yes, but family nonetheless. It is not the tasks, frustrations, victories, numbers, or the details of the job I will miss or be quick to remember. Nope. It will be the people that have been my family for the past six years and three months that I will so affectionately remember.
Hopefully they will carry on the random office pranks in my honor, most favorably sending emails from unlocked computers (((they were always asking for trouble if they left screens unlocked & waiting to be messed with))). Hopefully they will continue the inappropriate jokes, honesty, and kindness towards one another, which I would like to think has been my trademark approach.
Thank you, Baden family, for making me laugh, cry, do better, for letting me be myself, and grow up right before your very eyes. It has been my pleasure to have you as my interim family. Cheers xo