Two weeks and counting...

Today is officially my two week mark – in my head I’m realizing it’s two weeks + 1 day until I don’t come here anymore.

What to do until then? I think I’ve addressed the fact that I have a lot of work to do:
- Get my team to write procedure manuals for the work that they are doing that is now going to be done by someone else. That must suck to do but they’re troopers and are powering through it.
- Let my vendors know they are NOT going to make money this summer at least from me and cancel thousands of dollars worth of income for them.
- Update my resume
- Yuck
- Bleagh!

It’s not all awful though. I’m sure there will be lots of parties. I have said that I did NOT want a pot luck. I hated them while I’ve worked here and hell if I’m going out on a pot luck day. My old work had a pot luck for me the day I left there—three different crock pots full of assorted ethnic meatballs, one dubious egg bake that had spent the morning in someone’s car and I believe one plate of banana flavored brownies. Oh and a basket of scented soaps as a going away present. In case anyone is wondering, I’m always happier with a well-timed happy hour.

The next two weeks should be about having at least some fun. This morning I went to a meeting that I’m not longer really invited to. It’s a marketing meeting where since I don’t have a job anymore here and my team is gone I don’t really have anything to contribute but I went anyway. Actually I had to climb four flights of stairs because the elevator was out and I am in really high heels but it was on my calendar so I can’t cross that out and not go. Plus, if I can’t contribute, I’ll at least make people uncomfortable. I got to make some jokes and doodled a cute dog on my agenda and planned out my outfit for tonight so all in all a solid use of time.
I think the rest of the day I am going to go into my Outlook and find all of my recurring meetings and cancel each individual meeting one at a time. That way when my friends and former colleagues miss me they can delete my cancellations one at a time. It’ll be like I’m at their desks bothering them for hours.

I’m also going to go into the lunch room and leave dishes in the sink. I want to make sure that whoever makes the posters that say “It’s all of our lunch room, remember to put away your dishes” and the very strongly worded “If you don’t clean your dishes, they will be thrown away” will have something to make new signs about.

That should roll me through 4:30 and then I’ve got a going away happy hour to make it to anyway.