The cubicle walls are bare. All the cabinets and drawers are empty. Almost. The write board is completely white, except for the lone Café Rio magnet in the corner. The name tag I created is the only thing left to prove I was once there. But it won’t be there much longer.

I say goodbye to the head of Accounting, thanking her again for lunch today. The head of our corporate Finance Department wishes me luck in my future endeavors. He really doesn’t know me. But I accept his good wishes. What else can I do?

Heading down the stairs, I feel the tears wanting to come. But I hold them back. Not today. I will not let my emotions…well, you know.

I remember how earlier today my boss refused to talk about tomorrow being my last day. I will miss her. I know she will miss me. I think she feels badly that she is now staying on another month. A recent change. I don’t blame her. I feel so grateful to have met her and gotten to know her. It is sad that she will be there alone now. I will miss her.

I walk out the door and get in my car. I only have to do this one more time. Tomorrow.

My last day.

I know it will be hard. Very hard. I don’t want to say goodbye. I work with some great people. I am forever changed by having them in my life. I refuse to let them walk out of my life when I walk out the door for the last time. I think it will be slightly easier knowing I will meet some of them later for drinks.

And I WILL drink.

I back my car out and leave the parking lot.

One more time.

Tomorrow.