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The joke around the office today was that “it is not too late to change your mind.” By change my mind they meant, decide not to quit after all. Everyone said it so earnestly that if you didn’t know it was a joke you might actually start to believe it.

Eva Wilson, Donna Reed and I had good fun with this one. Eva mentioned that she has purchased a cake for my last day which says “Goodbye Miles” or something, but if I change my mind we can just scrape off the frosting. Candace Cooledge, never one to let good frosting go to waste, had a much more practical suggestion: Eat the cake, including I assume a nice corner piece for her, then tell everyone that the outpouring of support has convinced me that my resignation was a grievous mistake, and I have decided to stay. We got a good laugh out of that one.

I informed all concerned that rescinding my resignation was not really an option since the paperwork has been sent to the Human Resources Department and termination has been finalized. To go back on this would require the office to actually rehire me for a fourth time, resulting in me once again losing all my accrued sick time, seniority toward increased vacation time, vesting of retirement, etc. Why would I want to do that?

More importantly, what kind of moron quits, runs around the office for months counting the days, hours, and minutes (480 of those left) and then at the last one of those counted-down minutes raises his hand to say “I have changed my mind?” This would go beyond my usual embarrassment of leaving the same office three times, into abject humiliation. For evermore I would be the guy who doesn’t mean what he says. My word would be my bond, at least as much as the current Jeffco bond project. (An inside joke. If you don’t know what that means, never mind.)

So, no, for better or worse, error or inspiration, tomorrow is the end. I may want to wax poetic about this later. For now, it is just time to say goodbye.

# posted by Miles Madorin : 8:02 PM