Please open your books to the next chapter

Today is my last day at my job. Tomorrow I will sleep in, this weekend I will go to a 3-day wedding, the week after that I will be in San Francisco and the week after that I start my Masters of Publishing. No more job. To be honest, I don't even know what I'm doing here today. I've trained the new girl, cleaned out my desk, deleted my files, said most of my goodbyes....this may just be longest, most boring day I've ever had here. Worse than the time I had to come in on a holiday to answer the phones....on a holiday....when nobody else was in the office....to answer the phones....so that I could transfer the calls to....voicemail? Oh how I yearn to tell work stories, to talk about the time I had to drive to speedy auto glass to get a windshield repaired, or when I had to arrange a 25 year wedding anniversary, or the afternoon I spent trying to figure out how to fix a ham radio. Those administrative duties, they sure are broad. But no, I can't talk about those and it's probably for the best.

I'm excited to move on to new things; new challenges, new achievements, new stresses, new excitement. This next year will be busy but will involve more things that I love - working on a new degree where I will be studying something I love, planning a wedding with the man whom I love....and a later start time in the morning, and who doesn't love that? It hasn't quite set in yet that I'm making a really big step here by leaving my job and going back to school, and subsequently starting my real career. It hasn't even set in yet that I'll be a married woman next year. We've been doing lots of planning, it's occurred to me that all of these plans will morph into one big party celebrating our marriage, but it just doesn't feel real yet. I'm sure it will feel very real when I'm up to my waist in seating arrangements and food choices and all that fun stuff, but right now this feels a bit surreal, like I'm just going to be back at this desk on Monday doing the same old thing.