Yesterday I closed the book on my 34-year career of service to the people of the Great State of Ohio, as far as actually being in the office. My technical last day of "work" is next Friday, but I will be on vacation at that time, so yesterday was it.
Several people asked if I was staying the whole day. I said yes, why not? I still had work to do, for the final time. There are a number of people whom I will miss; the majority of them I won't, mainly because I had no interaction with them beyond saying "hi" in passing in the hallway, as our jobs did not intersect in any way.
Although I am prone to shed a tear at a moment's notice, I experienced no such yearnings to do so, and walked out clear-eyed and satisfied that I had done a good job during my time at the Treasury.
If you believe in omens, signs, or portents, then I am off to a good start: the song that came up on my ipod as I exited the building for the final employed time was "Everything's All Right" by Josh Turner.
I thought that was fitting, indeed. I can now begin my career as an International Gentleman of Leisure.