So started most every day of my entire life in New York City. And I loved it.
I was Cary Grant at the beginning of "North by Northwest." Alright, already...with a dash of Melanie Griffith in "Working Girl."
Today was the last day of all of this. This was my last day at work. No more shooshing, scuttling, whooshing or flashing. No more Cary. No more Melanie. No more plucking.
Cara took me to Better Burger for lunch and we talked about life. It was appropriate since that was what I was going to have to deal with. Out onto the streets of New York after downing an organic patty on a whole wheat bun accompanied by wholistic oven fries and a mango-soy smoothie. The streets, my new home. The pavement, my new treadmill. And with any luck, not my new bed. I was leaving the nursery and needed to learn to fly.
Back at work, I said farewell to Jennie over the phone. I hung up the receiver and a tear dropped onto the handset. It rolled down onto the desk and evarporated like so many brilliant scheduling ideas. I hugged my cubicle neighbors, Jordan and Jessie, so tightly I think I could hear Jessie's rib crack along with Jordan's resolve. If I had on "guyliner" at this point it was all down my shirt making me look like I was wearing a Pollock. I slouched down the hall. My boss, who hates to hug, let me hug him. This gift to me caused me to sniffle. I could feel his muscles through his suit jacket, but then I realized it was just rigidity. My wailing led to that clear muscusy tear snot running out my nose and down the left shoulder of his Paul Smith worsted suit jacket. He held me pieta-style as my knees buckled. I felt beyond dignified.
Okay, maybe I exaggeratd a bit on all this. I had a great last day. I worked in the greatest place for six wonderful months. I said goodbye to everyone and I feel so good about my time there. And I will see them all again someday, I am sure.
Monday, actually, as I am going in at 5pm for a quick wrap up with the CEO.