Isn’t it supposed to be that I don’t do any real work on my last day? Aren’t I supposed to just kind of clean my desk, pack up my crap, socialize a lot, eat lunch, socialize some more, tell some good stories about my co-workers and then leave?
Then why on EARTH have I been working as hard today as I ever have? Why is my one boss that’s in the office inundating me with presentations, letters, scans and appointment requests?
Meanwhile another boss is freaking out about my departure and is acting as though he won’t survive next week sans admin before Broadway Girl starts on the 25th. It’s not like they got temps in here whenever I took week long vacations, so why freak out NOW?
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