So tomorrow, I make my goodbyes, carry home my last books and other stuff I want to keep.
It's the first time I leave a place of work. Usually, I get fired or let go due to lack of work.
Feels...eerie. It's different to be let go than leaving. I can be terribly loyal, so leaving feels like I am not doing my work properly.
I'll be busy until I leave though. Much cleanup left to do, books to sell, stuff to recycle, Avatar comic work. Not leaving much time to think.
Sharing a fun video- fellow canadians that are old enough are going to get a blast from the past from this.