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Good Banking is Good Citizenship, proclaims Citizens Bank with a little help from my co-workers today.  It's my last day as their co-worker.  Although, we are all co-workers in a bigger sense for the ultimate purpose.  We're all human beings cohabitating on our dear old Earth.

Life.  End of work here, and a launching period for work there.

Lame duck day.  Awkward.  How do I end well on this last day?  I'm kind, present.  I set healthy clear boundaries.  People will have their reactions.  Obviously mini-versions of my last run with this seven months ago.  Some people will be angry with me and couch it in niceties, some people will be angry and just stay away, some people will cope through denial.  Many will cope through all three.  Some people will be genuinely happy for me: to see me take myself seriously and choose to do Good Banking.  At the end of the day we all want to do good work, and we all want to be paid a liveable wage.

There's no way I could live on the current income indefinitely.  And it would be imprudent to continue to bank as little as I was when the suitable chance to bank something more reasonable offered itself to me.  I'm humbly grateful for the new opportunity.  I'm sad to leave a place I'm beginning to love, and wanted to pitch in and do great work for.  I'm sad to leave the people I began to feel great attachment to.  And I'm anxious about having to develop a new routine and understand and navigate a new culture.

I'm game though, to bravely make this transition.  Drawers cleaned and organized, files all in good places, desk surface clean and presentable and manual printed with supplemental materials for the new person to use.

I will see what is REASONABLE for me to help with today and say goodbye graciously to key stakeholders.  There are many wonderful people who made my stay here grand.

Cheers, and happy hunting.

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