Well, this is it. One more day of work here in the Lower Mainland to go before I move away up North. Funny, everyone at my work seems sad to see me go, but they are also just realizing that I have just one more day to go before it is over, and they are saying that I did not warn enough. Even funny-er, I have. I have been counting down since I gave my two week notice to anyone that can hear me. Time marches on, doesn’t it.
I decided that I would not slack off from my job duties. I would keep up the paces unit my last day. So far only one fellow employee has noticed. He said that I should, but I say no. My reason is simple. I want them to know next week after I am gone. I want them to feel it. The new guy, or actually he has been that before, will look like a newbie after I am gone. But I also want to set some standards, hopefully, after I leave. But I highly doubt it.
I have no idea what will happen tomorrow. I am leaving that up to them. I mean, I will go into work, do my job, but I have no idea what kind of a day it will be? I never look at the schedule, or care to. I just want to show up, do my work, then leave. I want to leave happy, knowing I did a good days work.
Yes, I will miss a lot people there. I made some good friends there, and I knew a lot of people in those three years in the store. Not only that, I learned a lot stuff at the job too. I know what bead-board is. But looking back, I never thought I would work in the Hardware Business, but I did it, and I am good at it. Who would have thought three years ago? Yes, I will miss it.
I have been announcing my count down every day I go into work. Last week, I told everyone in the lunch room that I was leaving. I guess they had “selective hearing” on at that time? Maybe they forgot? Oh well. No one can say that I did not tell them that I was leaving there. I gave my two weeks notice, and all heard.
Anyway, time to move on. The North calls. I have a partner there waiting for me–that feels good. Time to leave this place.