The move draws ever more imminent. As does my last day of work. This has been a difficult week to stay focused. On the one hand I don’t want to leave a bad impression, and on the other hand my mind is 500 miles away (just as my heart has been for the past 7 months).

My last day is tomorrow, Thursday the 26th of May. I had intended it to be Friday, but my letter of resignation left some confusion. I really didn’t mind putting in another day, but honestly, at this point, I find it hard to care. My coworkers have put a bad taste in my mouth.

I thought I was putting in my notice at a fairly opportune time. Another tech had just been hired for my shift, albeit with some fairly different responsibilities. I thought that they would be able to transition fairly smoothly over. But, I put in my notice and another tech decided that this was a sign that it was time to depart and is heading out the door soon after. So, now they’re down two. I know I shouldn’t care, but I guess my loyalty chip is set too high and I cannot help but worry.

And worry I do. Not only about what my departure means to my former employer, whom I’m certain will be able to figure something out, but about the move itself. Have I packed enough? Do I have enough boxes? Will I be able to get it all done this weekend? Again, I know the answer is yes, but god damn, the nagging worries.