Word got out at the store that Monday would be my last day. People that I had barely spoken two or three words to were stopping me in passing and asking if the rumors that I was quitting soon were true. Many questions were asked: Where was I going? What would I be doing? Oh, that sounds like a good job. The whole day had a you’re-about-to-be-paroled-from-prison feel to it.
It felt weird in part because a lot of the people that chatted with me about it were people that I hadn’t any reason to think they knew I existed prior to today. Sure we’d pass each other in the aisle on occasion, but otherwise they’d go about their business without paying much attention to me. It’s jarring to suddenly have people recognizing you as though you’ve achieved some minor celebrity by your pending resignation. There was much well-wishing and good-for-yous today.
My boss, who was off yesterday so I couldn’t inform her until today, had also already heard via a phone call from someone last night and as such my announcement came as no surprise. I told her I was sorry I couldn’t give her a full two-weeks, but that I’d work a couple of weekends to try and make it up to her. She seemed to think that would be a pretty decent thing for me to do and thus it’s settled. So Monday won’t really be my last day after all, but the start of the transition away from that position.