Yesterday was a good day.
A very good day.
I awoke at my regular time, but didn't have breakfast. Instead, I grabbed a large sheet of white
cardboard and made a sign. It said, "Hey! It's been great workin
' with you! Have A Biscuit!"
I got showered, shaved and dressed and left the house early.
I stopped off at Hardee's
and bought two dozen bacon-egg-n-cheese biscuits. (My apologies to my vegetarian readers. Hell, my apologies to anyone who eats sensibly!)
I got to work a few minutes early and taped the aforementioned sign to the wall above the counter in the break room
. I heaped the breakfast biscuits on the counter beneath the sign. Snagging a coffee
and a biscuit bomb, I booked over to my office and booted up the computer one last time.
A steady trickle of co-workers stopped by to thank me for the HardeeGrams
and to offer their heartfelt wishes for the new job. Others stopped me and were kind enough to let me know I was one of the "best people" they had ever worked with. I let them know that the feeling was mutual, because it was. The pressmen, QC people and the rest of the "floor staff" and I got along famously!
The Vice President stopped by to ask, "Now, tomorrow's your last day, right?"
"No, Boo," I replied. "Today is. Remember, I gave it to you in writing? It's also the last day of the payroll cycle."
Slapping her forehead, she said, "Oh, that's right! Well, you have some earned sick time coming, so I'll make sure Michelle works that into your check this week."
Bonus! I thought I wouldn't be getting what turned out to be 7.49 hours of pay. Schweet
That morning I finished up the Corrective Action Responses for a customer
audit, made copies, got the SOP manuals and controlled documents files all up to date and street legal.
When I was going around getting the final approval signatures, the QC Manager was amazed.
"Hey," she joked, "This is your last day, you don't need to be doing this kinda stuff!"
Yep, I cleared off my "to do" list and spent the rest of the day purging my desk of all the crap that accumulates over the course of not-quite-two-years.
It was a great feeling. The folks I worked with appreciated me (as I did them) and for the first time in my life I was leaving one job to go to a "better" job.
No tears, no remorse, no being escorted out of the building carrying a hastily
-packed copier paper box. Just good vibes!
"Now, Craig," the Plant Manager said. "You always got a home here. If things don't work out y'all come back!"
As I was getting in my car at the end of the day, the QC Manager yelled across the parking lot, "Bye, Craig! Take care of yourself!"
"Oh, like I'm gonna start to now?" I hollered back.
It was a good day.