I’m quitting my job 

And hopefully I don’t sound like a snob 

I’ve started taking things out of my office 

And I already apologized to the new girl, a novice 

I remember being her nine years ago 

Some people have said they’ll miss me 

Eh, their sentiments are misleading 

Ask me how I know 

Within two weeks of replacing my predecessor, most couldn’t remember his name 

They’d describe, “The old guy, with the funny walk and too-small glasses…”

Their descriptions, not his gait, were lame 

It makes me wonder how they’ll describe me 

I’m sure with some words I’ve already heard that I’d rather not repeat 

I gave it a good run 

Saved most of my paycheck along the way so I could quickly be done 

Free to move on to some other things 

Success, notoriety, salaries all have wings 

Just 23 days to go 

They say it takes 21 to form (or break) a habit 

The more I think of it (walking on the beach / working out, etc.), the more I grow ecstatic 

It’s like riding in a hot air balloon 

I’m weightless

I imagine over a California landscape in June

Careless, relaxed

All the letters have been sent out

I can’t go back

How great it is 

On to new adventures 

Well before needing dentures

I’ll clean my closet out 

Dump my brain 

Hop on the serenity train 

And all the people in the office will ask, “What was her name?”