Happy Trails

If a man should be judged by those things he leaves behind, then they'll be debating my contributions for years - dog-eared pornography, half-eaten food, a drawer full of dry scotch bottles and mountains of dust are my legacy at the old employer. I hope that some future archaeologist looks back on it as a treasure trove of corporate life at the beginning of the 21st century.

Or perhaps it'll just be considered the remains of a deranged lunatic. I can live with it either way.

I just finished going around and saying my goodbyes, and it was a little bittersweet. I have genuinely enjoyed working with everyone there for the past six years - even though I considered throwing empty scotch bottles at some of them from time to time. (Uhh -- Although anyone who reads this isn't on the list - honest!)

In any case, it's time to move on to greener pastures, happier times and new adventures.

Truthfully, I need to leave because I lost it in my exit interview and started screaming "YOU DON'T KNOW ME! YOU CAN'T CONTROL ME!!!" while pounding the desk with both fists and jumping up and down like an angry ape. The HR representative huddled in the corner, shaking back and forth. She's coming out of it now, so I should probably beat a retreat while the gettin's good.