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Lame duck

I only have four days left at Cargill and I am sad, I am really going to miss so many of the people that I have met. They are extremely funny and resilient, I have found that you have to be that way when you live in IT.

I also have discovered how unbelievably kind the people I work with are, I cannot tell you how many nice things people have said when they learn of my departure.

I do feel like the lame duck president or something, I made it all day without people coming and knocking on the door asking my opinion on a sundry of items.

So, I am now the "special projects specialist" trying to get all of the loose ends tied up before I go.

Comments

carey said…
if you were happy to leave, then that would mean you've been working at a miserable job. sad is ok. you've got good things on teh horizon, and email to keep you in touch.

keep your chin up.
Karen said…
Leaving is hard (unless you're leaving Vegas, I guess), even when it's the right thing to do.

I'm looking forward to your next chapter.
bobbione8y said…
yeah, those lame duck days are hard. wow. the sun comes up in 4 days though!! have fun being kind of sad (is it only me that can do that?!), it will not last long.

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