Watch out! It's my last day at work

I just got back from my going away lunch at the Moon Glo. Good times. After eating most of a burger literally the size of my face (with onions) and deep fried cauliflower, I decided I needed a breath freshener. As I turned the corner on my way to the overpriced snack machine to purchase on overpriced Starburst, I banged my wrist on the water fountain. "Ow!" I exclaimed, more as a reflex than a reaction to pain (because it didn't even hurt). I had hit my watch actually and felt the crystal to see if I'd cracked it again (I don't how it happened the first time). Lo and behold, the whole crystal was punched out of it. Shattered. Smithereens. One little piece was hanging on by the 12, but I took it out so I wouldn't cut myself.


Well, crap. I love this watch. It's a Fossil watch that I bought a few years ago for $5 at a garage sale. It looks kinda like this.

Boo hoo.

What a finale. I feel so weird. I've been saying goodbye and giving out hugs but haven't even shed a tear. Not like me - I'm a cryer. It just doesn't feel real to me. I feel like I'm wrapping up loose ends before taking a long weekend. I hope my co-workers don't think I'm cold-hearted. I guess I'm just taking my grief out on my accessories. Next I'll lose an earring or swallow a gold tooth or something.

Farewell my diligent, courageous, mighty, goodhearted, awesome co-workers. Goodbye to the ones I don't like that much. Adios to the folks whose names I never knew and whose jobs I never understood. Godspeed whatsyourname.