Just a few hours left, and nothing left to do. I processed out this morning, copied all of my important computer files to a CD for my replacement, wrote her a letter explaining the stuff I was leaving, and am about to go have lunch with a group of folks who are going to miss me.
You know, I miss the people I worked with at my last job, but I don't miss the job. I was well past ready to go when I left the bank. I was miserable. This is the first time I've ever left a job where I wasn't really miserable, just knew I wasn't supposed to be here anymore. It's been a good job, and I've made some more good friends. I feel like I'm leaving under better terms this time. I'm not running away from an impossible, insane situation. I'm just going home.