Technically I’m on vacation through the end of the month, but for all intents and purposes, I’m retired from Miami-Dade County Public Schools as of yesterday afternoon.
It was a normal day at the office. I got in at my usual time, caught up on a few e-mails, did some budget transfers and uploads of new entries, and sat with one of my co-workers who will be picking up my programs. At noon we had a little pizza party in the conference room as one last excuse to party due to my departure.
But in a fitting bit of what goes around comes around, I spent part of yesterday afternoon searching our old FileMaker Pro database for information on a program that we had not had since 2003. As it happens, my computer was the only one in the office with the old system still installed. So I spent the last hour writing up the procedure for accessing a database system that had not been used since 2010.
I drove home — I’d driven the Pontiac because I had boxes to take away and I thought it would be a fitting closing of the circle to drive the same car I’d driven to my first day on the job — and put the boxes in my home office. Just another day. But this morning it feels a little different.