The long good-bye

I didn't realize how mentally exhausting it is to say good-bye. And good-bye. And good-bye and good-bye. I have spent good chunks of the last 2 days calling my co-horts to tell them of my decision. This is the only job I've had where I've felt the need to say good-bye. On the other hand, this is the only job I've had where I have regular contacts outside of my own hospital. I have a couple more people to touch base with and then I think a general letter/e-mail will do the trick. It just doesn't seem right to silently disappear after 9 years on the job.

Everyone has been very supportive of my decision... usually after bemoaning the state of things to come after my departure.

Little by little I am wrapping things up in the office. I have several of my "in" boxes cleaned out (mostly by judicious use of the shredder) and a fairly short list of 'must do' items for next week. Then the last 2 days should be nothing more than cleaning the office of personal items and convincing the security guards that I am not stealing.

I feel good about this change, but strangely numb at the same time. Weird feeling.

But good decision.