Yesterday was my last day of my first job/internship:
Thursday 9/15 [1 day before I go]: The Best Day
11:30am Went out to lunch with the boss and the 2 mentors. Mexican food. I was nervous. It was nice. They told me to not be a stranger. I'll try.
2:30pm September Birthdays celebration. Tiff and I made up the MCS party planning committee on a run to Ralphs buying 2 cakes (1 red velvet, 1 chocolate), 1 pack of mini pumpkin spice cupcakes, 2 packs of cookies, and 3 jars of gelato totaling $50. I thought it was too little. She thought it might be too much.
3:15pm We set up in the kitchen.
3:30pm Followed Tiff back into the office then headed towards the kitchen. She needed to go use the restroom. I didn't want to dumbly wait for her, so I went in alone. Social anxiety's a bitch. A few MCS members were already there, but not an intimidating amount, so I plopped down on a chair. Jokes. Small talk. The bitch disappeared. Boss makes an announcement that I'm leaving the next day. A chorus of awes.
3:45pm Most people had filed in at this point. Birthday celebrants present and missing accounted for. Eyes on the sweets.
Lost track It was one of those slow motion moments: laughing, making jokes, singing Happy Birthday, blowing out candles...for the first time, I was with people, not coworkers. It was fucking great. And Tiff was right: there was a lot leftover.
Thank you so much for all of it:
"I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."