|The last scone.|
Walked through the tunnel and the automatic doors and used my card swipe to gain access to the hallway outside of the Maleng building surgery where I could glimpse briefly the electronic schedule board full of operations lined up for the day. People in blue everywhere. Gurneys in the hallway and the small of antiseptic. Elevator up to floor one and then exit through a back hallway that dumped me out on 10th st. Walked the few blocks to my building, passing people walking their dogs or hurrying to work. Past the mental health folks loitering on the sidewalks, smoking and staring at the ground. Then into my building and swiping the card again to access the fourth floor. Walking into my office, saying hello to the gang I work with then settling down to open email and eat that still warm scone. What a nice life.
I'm gonna miss that place, for sure. And I'll miss the people I work with and work for.
Today at noon we went to a farewell lunch and stuffed ourselves with Mexican food. As normal, the manager at Tacos Guaymas brought around a plate of fried jalapeno peppers and Jonathan, Bill, David, Francine, Kevin, and Brett displayed their machismo by sweating their way through the devil fruit. As we walked up Broadway I'm thinking this is the last time I'll have the chili colorado wet burrito there and the last time I'll walk up Broadway with those set of friends.