There are few better feelings in the world than leaving a work environment you have grown to hate (the physical environment, not the opportunity, its blessing or the few people I got to work with). Knowing you will never ever ever ever set foot inside the building again or see folks who you have listened to yammer on for 8 hours every single day for the past way too long, who you have heard breathe and swallow and slurp and sniff and gurgle right behind what they call walls, who you have smelled long after you’ve gone home for the day, whose desk radios contribute to a terrible inner ear pollution problem. People who you know that if you came back as a fly ten years from now and buzzed your way down the gray, drab, sterile hall and into the area where you sat for, again, way too long, would still be here doing and talking about the exact same things at the exact same time of day that they were while you worked amongst them.
Comforted by my chemical make-up that keeps me moving on, by the freedom in knowing better, and by the love of change and adventure and new things – it’s just the best time in, well, way too long.
