Well, now I'm kind of sad. Turns out? A lot of people really liked me at that job. Even the woman whose first-edition signed book was eaten by Tallulah? Came to my going-away lunch and came back again on my last day.
I walked with a group of people at that job, every day at 10 and 3. Kind of like the old Dr Pepper logo. Is anyone old enough to remember it?
Do you know what the 10, 2, and 4 stood for? It was time people most frequently drank Dr Pepper, according to their research. I have never been one of those soda-in-the-morning people. But there's always time for Dr Pepper, in my book.
Do you like how I cannot possibly remain on the topic at hand? Which was my walking group? You can imagine the joy they got dealing with my ADD twice a day.
Anyway, I told my fellow walkers that they had to call me if any kittens showed up again at work, and certainly next year when the baby geese are born, I need to find some way to sneak back there. Oh, how I loved working at a place that had geese.
They told me I had to walk every day at 10 and 3, and I will ask Tallulah how she feels about that schedule.
Believe it or not, I tried to keep working right up till 5, but people kept coming in to say farewell, which was nice. I worked with 432 people, and I sincerely liked almost all of them.
When I left, people offered to help me carry stuff out, but I had been packing for a month and all that was left was my framed picture of dogs playing poker. Because nothing says Take Me Seriously like a framed picture of the dogs playing poker in your office. (I gave back my gigantic Wicked Queen mirror to its rightful owner. Y'all are obsessed with that mirror.)
As I was putting the picture in my trunk, a huge formation of geese flew overhead, honking their goodbyes.