Last Day Countdown

For the last several years I have made the morning crawl from my house to work, and I have noticed the crawl get a little slower with each passing year.

It has never really bothered me.  I NEVER LIKED the commute, but it was just part of the day.  Not my favorite part.  It ranks right up there with abandoning my pillow and doing dishes.  Just an unfortunate necessity.

Now that my countdown has begun I CAN'T STAND IT!!!!  

Last week .... probably around Wednesday morning, it hit me, "I only have to sit here in my car hoping that guy in the red pickup truck I see every morning doesn't bump my bumper 7 more times!!!!!  Eat it, suckers!!!"

Yesterday and today I felt very rushed and frustrated ... like getting there faster will mean I only have to make the trek 1 more time instead of 3.

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Three more days.  

Three more days and then I'm off on another path.  

I have made a lot of really good friends at work.  They are good people.

I've avoided thinking about the leaving part too much because it doesn't really feel like it is happening.

Tonight I FORCED myself to sit and ponder things.

When something out of the ordinary happens at work, we joke, "that's going in the book!"  I started thinking about all the stories in that book and realized how much I am going to miss my friends.  Sure, I'll still see a lot of them and talk to them, but it will be different now.  They will have all the inside jokes that I am oblivious to.  I won't be readily available to help them and vice versa.  We will have to plan visits in advance and somebody is going to have a long drive.  

Just different.

So, to Lamby, Anni Ruth, The Puffy Hair Club for Men, Trudy, Mateo, Lil' Jules, Feisty D, Alberto, and Dougie Fresh.... thanks for everything! 

I did my crying tonight, so no tears at the party, ok?

-Carmen