Monday … that’s a work day, right? It hasn’t sunk in yet that it isn’t. This Monday, there will be no riding the Brown Line, no $2 coffee at the Merchandise Mart, no elevator rides, badge swiping, revolving doors … no commute. And no lunch at the desk, conference calls, Outlook reminders … no cubicles. But there will be no after-work beers, lunches with friends, office jokes … direct-deposit paychecks. It’s going to be different.
Friday, I felt like the main character of one of those cop movies — I turned in my badge. But instead of a stamp of metal, it was a Dell laptop, bathroom key, security pass, and power cord.
Honestly, it’s been weird. I feel a bit like the soldiers that say, “I didn’t do anything — it was the training.” We’re out of Chicago, and it’s all due to our planning. I don’t feel like I’m making decisions — I’ve made these decisions. They’re just playing out now, and I’m just watching them. That should change soon as my perception catches up with my reality.
So while somebody may have a case of the Mondays … it’s not me.