My co-workers are hilarious. They have been planning various things for my going-away party on Friday, and they are doing their best to cloak it in as much secrecy as possible. I'm flattered by the notion they're doing anything, so I made a decision right away to respect the secrecy. I'm making no effort to discover what they're planning. I won't even try to imagine what may happen. But to retain some semblance of secrecy, I practically had to wipe my memory.
People have been huddling in small groups with poorly fabricated nonchalance. If I had been paying attention and keeping track, in the past week alone, I would have witnessed 26 not-so-secret secret meetings, caught 147 furtive glances, laughed at 5 dramatic caught-red-handed reactions, and overheard two accidental public disclosures of would-be private projects.
But I'm not keeping track. At all. It's just so much fun, and so flattering to see people work so hard at trying to show me a good time and honor/embarrass me (for me, those two actions are inseparable).
I'm gonna miss these people. But . . . I'm still leaving.