C’est L’alloween:

ameson: Yesterday was my last day of work at Jameson and I should feel relieved. I have this piece of advice for anyone who’s given in his/her notice: never leave work on a Monday! Monday is an anticlimactic day to leave your job, especially if you’ve worked there four years. That it was Halloween probably added to the surreal nature of the day.

I started the day in a funk because of personal issues. I don’t know if there’s anything harder to break free from than the momentum of a bad mood. So I suppose it was mostly my fault that my last day was a bad day. I’m not sure what I was expecting in a last day, but it was unceremonious. Friday was great; by Monday, it felt like I had overstayed my welcome. Everything was colourless and unexciting.

When I was finished tying up loose administrative ends, I met Dara at the Keg’s Haunted Mansion. What a relief to see my little lady. She helped expunge the day’s weariness. It was also great to see my friend Derek and by the end of the night, I was forgetting my crappy last day.

When I woke up this morning, I picked up my going-away card and read the messages therein. There were some touching moments, some funny moments, a few erotic moments—it was nice. I prefer to take those nice memories away, rather than the slush that was Monday the 31st of October.