Breaking up is hard to do.

I am talking about my most recent break up with my job of two years. Having been been there five days just about every week for two years and one month had me attached to the place. However, when a new and brighter opportunity presented itself, I had no choice but to grab it. Still, from the moment I knew I had to turn in a resignation paper to the day that was finally my last, I felt all sorts of emotion. In some ways, I was excited to know I could still be a contender elsewhere, and in another, I felt like a traitor for choosing to leave. All week, I tried to slowly empty out my credenza and drawers, finding papers that triggered different nerves within me. In the end, I knew I wanted to leave no work for others to complete. I wanted to make sure that I was leaving clean and with no problems for my soon-to-be ex-coworkers. Finally, the day came... my last day of employment. Initialing off and approving these wonderful people's works were about to be out of my daily routine. I miss them already. Finding a replacement for me was "a tall order" according to my manager. I was her right-hand woman; I did everything she asked me to do without mistakes and without complains. Though yesterday was officially my last day, I offered to open the building one last time this morning in addition to turning in my keys after. What a day. The moment my keys, all of which I first signed out in July 2008, were officially tuned in today. I felt so bare. I turned in my gate pass, which made me feel officially "out." I tried not to cry.

Three hours later, it was my last punch out. I said goodbye to my "mom" of two years - the lady who trained, supported, and fed me. She was the hardest part of the goodbye. We had a rollercoaster ride working together. Though we butt heads at times, we were still the tandem to beat. I love her. I'm gonna miss her. LN. PM. <3 :) I cried. The manager said to not be babies, but who was she to talk? I left. For the last time, I exited through the employee door, and pulled out of the Supervisor's parking space. It was my last hoorah.

I'm going to miss that little team. I'm going to miss my "mom." I'm going to miss the ups and downs and turn-arounds. I'm going to miss my customers. I'm going to miss my daily routine. <3

SAD FACE.