Tomorrow is my last *official* day at the day job.
Today the owner and his wife threw me a goodbye party and dudes, it fucking rocked! I had a much better time than I thought I would and was very overwhelmed by all the people who actually came.
It was at The Oar House (theoar.com), which when said with a Long Island accent, it sounds like the Whore House, which was a lovely little joke all day long (we’re going to go say goodbye to Melissa at the whore house). Boys. lol
They rented out a tented area, with tables and chairs right on the dock. It was gorgeous, though a bit hot for me. 85 in the shade is hot. I don’t care what any of you people think. *sweats* There was tons of yummy appetizers (they brought out this huge boat shaped dish which was overflowing with gigantic shrimp. I have never seen a portion that large, it was awesome!). I drank my first Seabreeze, which everyone thought was amusing. I drink Jack and Coke, not something called a “sea breeze” but, it was good and I thought the J&C was a little over the top for an afternoon lunch, while the “sea breeze” sounded more appropriate (I have weird justifications sometimes. pay no attention.)
For lunch we had the choice of a few different selections. There was some fish, pasta, more fish. I choose the Sliced Steak over Asiago Bread, which was delicious. And filling. For dessert they did mini fondue platters. OMG! Chocolate. Decedent. Don’t think I didn’t think about licking that fondue bowl. mmmmm :9
My boss said some really nice words and thanked me for all I had done for the business. He cried, I cried, we all fucking cried. And than we laughed and drank and smoked cigars and laughed some more. It was awesome.
And these crazy people, they gave me gifts???!! I had no idea. I wasn’t expecting ANYTHING. I didn’t know people brought gifts to these things. What an ass. I was not at all prepared. But I also thought it was just super cute that a bunch of construction workers went out and got me a card. Really nice and sentimental cards. And they wrote really sweet things. Not from their wives or girlfriends but from them. It meant a lot to me.
Tomorrow I go in one last time. I’ll still be in touch and doing consulting for a few hours a week, but I won’t be there. It’ll be different but good. Happy and sad. Crazy and wonderful. I can’t wait and I could wait a little longer at the same time. I think at this point, I am just ready to get it over with and let go.
