I went to my good-bye party for my old group at work, a month and a half after I actually left.  I guess I was kind of lucky; if we’d had it any earlier, the people I’d been working with the most wouldn’t have been able to go, and I would have been too broken up about it to be much fun.

I had a good time, even though I kept thinking, “Is this the last time I’ll get to joke around with so-and-so or so-and-so?”

It was kind of like graduating from college.  New job learning new things for more money – and leaving behind the people who have gone though so much with you.

Oh well.  We’ll always have Facebook.