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4/18/02 Came into a decorated office this morning, complete with banners saying, "Bon Voyage and Good Luck" and "Take a chance or you'll never know." The banners have images of rivers, canyons, mountains, and international destinations like Paris, Kyoto, and Sydney. Plus balloons everywhere, sparkly garlands and party horns. There's a pile of small presents under the small tree on my credenza. They include: A gas match (electronic ignition pistol-type lighter) Some of the stuff, I'll actually use on my trip. It's really great to feel the connection of 5 years with my coworkers even if I don't feel it with my direct employer. I was really touched by the decorating. I'm the type of guy who usually thinks that stuff has little value. It was great to have my leaving made big. I have to vent a little here. I'm feeling snubbed by EDS. I've never quit a job with two weeks' notice before. Maybe this is just how it is. When an employer lays you off, they treat you with some respect because of the gross violation they are putting you through. When you resign, they have no motivation to provide support or participate in departure activities. Urgh. It seems impolite. Later, my going away lunch was very fun. I came up with the idea of asking each table to come up with a question about my trip. I enjoyed my going away lunch more than I've ever enjoyed anyone else's. I wonder why? 4/19/02 My last day of work was easy and productive. Betty, Scott, and Lucille, my office mates, threw a bagel and juice reception that was well-attended. My motto by the end of the day was:
I was throwing things in the recycle bin left and right. Piles of file folders, meeting notes, design specifications, lucky-to-find-once tidbits. It was only important to me, and now I didn't need to know that stuff any more. Had dinner with my Mom, who's worried about me on my trip. I've tried to offer her reassurances without obligating myself to continuous contact while I'm hiking. She's doing great as far as I can tell. 4/22/02 My life has been a whirlwind for a while now, but this weekend topped it off. Bart and I had our "We Are Leaving Santa Cruz" party on Saturday, but not before I packed up the car and headed to my storage in SF. I got the last of my stuff into storage. I also found the food I was looking for in Chinatown. Lots of wonderful people showed up for the potluck and heartcircle at our party. We chose to focus the heartcircle, asking people to talk about what they learned from knowing us and what changes they might make as a result of knowing us. It was powerful and touching for me. And we managed to keep it from becoming a roast or stroll down memory lane. I spent the night at Matt's with Tom. In the morning, we talked about the adventure we're planning after Tom gets back from Japan and I get back from my long walk.
Tom and I headed off to Dance Church. I was glad I made it. I love dancing on Sunday morning. Got to the faerie heartcircle by 6 after spending the afternoon digging through my resupply boxes making sure I had enough food. Good thing I did too. Some boxes were strangely missing breakfasts. I also took a necessary cat nap. It was great to see the men at the heartcircle last night. I was reflecting as I was listening. Each of the men in the room has taught me, and I love each one for different reasons. On my voicemail on the way home I picked up a message from Bailey, my niece. She was crying and wanting to talk to me. She was going to miss me. It was incredible to listen to a 6 year old's heart as she tried to compose herself and remain articulate. They grow up so fast. 04/24/02 Got to Tucson. David and his new house are here.
Tomorrow we drive to Campo. 04/25/02 Fun adventures from Tucson to Campo. Details when I can find where I put them. Highlights:
04/26/02
Instead of heat and dryness, we had cold, windy rain, which
is continuing this evening. 04/27/02 04/28/02 04/29/02 04/30/02 Keep on reading May's Journal. |
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