A night or two after I put in my letter of resignation at the Tampa Bay Times, I had a dream about my last day.
In the dream, I wept while I worked.
Then I woke up.
“Good gosh,” I thought. “I hope that doesn’t really happen.”
Great news, friends: It didn’t. Today – my real life final full day of work at the Port Richey bureau of the Tampa Bay Times – was so much fun.
Highlights: The newsroom (which was more full than usual) graciously agreed to stop everything, step outside and take a
series of group photo s for me. Had lunch with my replacement (as has been our tradition these past three Mondays while I’ve trained her) who is awesome (Totally sad she didn’t get hired until I quit.). I got chicken in my hair (you had to be there). And I left with a sense of peace, grateful for good memories, good people and good work.
|So much laughter. Long story. Involves a 2-second self timer.|
|Bob (who blogs here) from the other side of the building and me.|
|Michelle from the other side of the building and me.|
|Alex and me on my last walk to Dunkin D.
Click his name, read his work. Fabulous writer.
|Samantha (my replacement), and me on The Walk.
Commonly referred to as Arleen’s twin, and Arleen 2.0.
|My final Walk. Where will I go every day at 3:30 now?|
|Doug (up front), Bridget, Erin, Michele, C.T., Samantha, me,
Matt, Anne, Lee, Jeff, Pat.
Not the end. A beginning.