Wow. It happened. The day had/has ended. Its not officially over, it’s 11:58PM, but we can probably rest assured that no shit is going to happen between now and tomorrow. That would be ironic if those turned out to be my last words.

But I laugh smugly at Death, and Death gives me the bony finger.

Didn’t sleep so well last night, being in an altered state. Rather fitfully. A garden of Gethsemane if you will. T’is the season you know. Had some doubt at 3:00 AM lying there in the dark wondering if I’m doing the right thing. I had a nice time with these co-workers last night, but I had to keep reminding myself that yes they are great but they couldn’t help me, I could only help myself. And this is the only way out.

Today was a bit off kilter, perhaps due to the fact that
a) I didn’t sleep well
And
b) More than likely hung over.

A double whammy. But still having done less and less the past few days all I had to do was sit there. Which was incredibly easy. I had an exit interview that went incredibly badly. The idiots in the misnomered Human Resources department had me only working at Wanker Banker for two years, when it was actually three and a half years.

I am glad to never have to deal with these assholes again. I stood my ground and actually walked out in the best Costanza move possible. I gathered my things and split. Such a flair for drama. Ahsen wonderful tech guy came to my senses and chilled me out. I went back in and composed an email.

After three and a half years of working at Wanker Banker, I am leaving for a new position.
I have met some wonderful people who I consider to be good friends and I hope to maintain and cultivate these friendships through the oncoming years.
Thank you my friends.
Regards,
John

Classy, don’t you think? Of course it was written and rewritten a few times. I did try to find the right words, and phrasing. The other versions were filled with venom not seen since I don’t know what.

I kept trying to leave and it turned out a division of Wanker Banker, the Really Good People Corporation organized a pizza party for me. Awfully nice, many man hugs and one hug and kiss.

It was actually happening. I was leaving. I told a few of the vendors and delivery guys I was leaving and with each person, the bladder moved closer to my eyes. I man hugged Ahsen and had a slight heave. By the time I got to Brenda, we were both hugging each other, sobbing and vowing to keep in touch.

The building staff all wished me well as well as the lobby security. I hope they get the respect from whoever does the job after me.

I had carried most of my things home throughout the week so I was traveling light. It was a gorgeous brilliant blue sky day. I lit up a Padron 5000 N and strolled away from Wanker Banker.

I made it home by 3:30PM. I was actually hoping to be out by noon. But I was glad to just say my goodbyes no matter how long it took. I made it home and crashed, finally gaining the sleep that I didn’t get last night.

Julio came up with a celebratory six pack of Stella and he watched the end of ‘Girlfight’ with Bill and myself, and after Bill went to work on his project, we watched ‘A History of Violence’

Both films, very good.

Bill and I will be going to Washington DC this weekend. I will still be writing but I am thinking the next posting will be when I return on Monday, maybe Tuesday. Which by the way will be my 200th posting.

So feel free to peruse the archives.

Next Up: A new chapter and a new job.

Funny how that worked out, don’t you think?

The countdown continues. Today the penultimate day. Went to work of course, have some honor to uphold. I did tell them Thursday would be my last day, and it’s Wednesday. No big deal except for the fact that after arriving at 8:30AM, I was done with my things by 10:30AM. The rest was just watching the clock, which isn’t fun and does not make time move any faster.

Work had stopped being sent my way, so to pass the time I wandered around the office, different floors of the building and outside. No one really noticed my not being around. Some people did make it in from other offices for various reasons and those people made it a point to stop by or invite me into their offices to say thanks for the work I had done for them. Very nice.

There are good people there at Wanker Banker, but basically have no power to make any changes for the good of the company or for myself. Can’t really expect changes for myself from them. I’ve made the change and headed out. Spoke to a few people about drinks tonight, some were coming, other couldn’t. Passover and all. Seders everywhere. Who knew?

The IT guys were bailing except for Vinnie who just happens to be a real sweetheart. A really nice guy. The IT guys bought me some cigars from Davidoff around the corner. They knew to mention my name at the store and were hooked up by the store salespeople who knew who I was. Padrons, both regular and Anniversario. Nice. Two senior executives got me a very nice Zino Davidoff cigar which was great, and Babs, the compliance officer got me a nice selection of La Gloria Cubanas.

I was walking around with my usual Padron 5000 in my shirt pocket and invited as many people as I could to tonight’s drinking festivities. Most were unable, either tied to their desks or going to Seders. I had a nice crowd of about a dozen, including Robert and Fay and Teresa all of whom I’ve worked with before.

I was happy they were able to make it, hadn’t seen Robert or Fay in quite some time. Teresa I saw a few weeks ago. Jamie, Babs, Vinnie, Helen and dear sweet Brenda all made it and had a few drinks with me to celebrate my leaving. When someone left they were replaced by Marilyn and Craig and David.

More nice people. I mentioned to Craig that he looked hot when he dressed in a suit and tie, and had to explain it was a compliment, not a come on. He said he knew that but man he is such a cutie. In a minute I would say. David is a sweetheart and Marilyn seems cool, but Craig. Woof!

Of course he doesn’t play on my team. He looks very sexy in a blue shirt with contrasting collar and cuffs. He could probably get most women and a few men with that look. I noticed a few guys looking great in suits and ties today, which made me think I’m only seeing them since I won’t be seeing or dressing like that much longer.

It really is the only drawback I can see in the new gig at McMann and Tate. Oh suits and ties, you made life so much easier and made me look really good.

This evening was an official Wanker Banker event so that entitled me to a town car home. Sweet. Those days are gone as well. C’est La Vie. I doubt I’d be wandering around midtown at night anymore, working in Soho ten minutes away from the Path train ain’t really so bad.

A new career in a new part of town.

I convinced Jamie to take the town car and drop her off at her place before going to Hoboken. She was sullen, yet saying she was alright. She has a few headaches ahead of her. I told her to give me a call and if I could help her out I would.

She got home ok and I continued onto Hoboken driven by Khalid from Morocco.