This is the last day of…

This is the last day at my old job. I haven’t decided how I feel about leaving. I wish things had been different here, but wishing has never really gotten me that far.

I won’t hold my breath for the goodbye thanks or the engraved pen, I’d probably suffocate.

Note to self, don’t stay somewhere that you are not respected or appreciated.

I think that is anger in there. Oh yes, now let it go.