Yesterday seemed like a pretty big milestone in my life. Not only was it the rollover point of 400 days left before the wedding, but it was also my last day at my old job. It had a surreal feeling to it all day. I went in and worked on the same things that I've been working on for the past two weeks--catching up on paperwork. I took inventory and transferred files and put in a full day's work despite putting in overtime all week long.
So despite the fact that everyone was teasing me about working too hard on my last day and that they took me out to lunch, it never hit me, not even when I was exchanging hugs goodbye for the last two hours. Even after I went to pick up my car so I could come back and collect my things, I didn't seem to come to a realization that I wouldn't be coming back. Which really stinks because I was halfway home and locked out of the hospital's research building when I realized that left behind two pairs of shoes.
I have to admit I'm going to seriously miss the girls I work with. They are absolutely fantastic. No one could ever ask for a more supportive group of people to spend five days a week with. That's why I know it's going to feel weird on Monday morning when I go to my new job for the first time. I can only hope for that my future coworkers are half as great. If they are, then I'll be doing pretty good for myself.