My last day at work was pretty nice. People stopped by my desk throughout the day to say goodbye and wish me well. I also got lots of e-mails from people letting me know how much they enjoyed working with me and that they would miss me. That really meant a lot.

About 20 people pitched in a bought a bunch of pizzas and cans of soda, and we all ate in one of the conference rooms. After that something really cool happened that I cannot write about here but will send out all of the details on e-mail list.

I actually was pretty busy today. Not actually doing work, but doing as much of a brain-dump to my two coworkers as I could.

I was fine the whole day except for maybe the last 45 minutes. Even though I am really excited about what lies ahead, I started to feel bad about leaving a place where I really enjoyed the work and the people. I have been there two years, but it doesn't seem that long.

I didn't get teary eyed or choked up. I just started to feel weird knowing that I would not be back there on Monday. Also my desk without all of my personal effects and clutter looked and felt very strange.

And even though it was a drag driving the 60 mile round trip drive every day, I felt a little loss as I drove that route home for the last time.