The Farewell...

Today was my last day at the bank. It was an easy day, made much easier by the fact that I haven't hidden the fact that I was surfing the interwebs since Tuesday - the day I found out I'd be "displaced". (Seriously, that's the term they use at the bank. What am I, a refugee? Wait, displaced person.) Definitely took the edge off.

I was doing good, until I emailed all the folks I've worked with over the past 5 months to say goodbye and good luck. I got a call from my boss' boss, and he thanked me for my work and gave good wishes, including an offer to hire me once the stock goes back up. I sweetly thanked him, and told him that once I'm an attorney, I was available for him as well. Then I got an email from one of Work Husband's originators, saying that God has a plan for everything. For some reason, this one got to me. I'm not a terribly religious person. But something about that gave me pause. I think it might be because he was taking my "displacement" a lot more seriously than I, and that I should take it more seriously. Anyway, it got me emotional.

I hugged Work Husband in his car (he would drive me to my car after work) and he refused to say goodbye. He said, "This isn't goodbye, this is see you later." I reminded him that we have tentitive plans to get together next weekend, and said I'd call him next week.

I know I'll miss him more than anything. I feel like I made a friend there. We'll see. Life often gets in the way.

But to end this on a more cheerful note...

And I have complete permission to post this story: He let me pick from where I wanted lunch, and I had a taste for McDonald's. (He HATES McDonald's.) So we went, and as he was getting my soda, he was looking at me instead of the worker, and the lid of my drink hit the top of his car. The Diet Coke went all over him. I couldn't laugh; he looked too upset. I told him he could blame me. He promised to absolutely blame me. On the way back to work, he finally started laughing, and we laughed all the way back, and all afternoon.

Seemed fitting. Not sure how, though.