It’s difficult not to be somewhat introspective about work in these final few days. Our jobs are woven tightly into the fabric of our lives (double-knit for me) and I’m trying to be mindful of the passage.

Study hard in school so you can get in a good college and then get a good job some day (and/or stay out of Viet Nam). I did okay in school but I can’t say it had a lot to do with the (2) jobs I’ve had since 1972. I was lucky.

Dress for the job you want, not the job you have
I wore t-shirts (Hawaiian for dress-up) and jeans during my DJ days. Suits and ties during my management years. These days the employee manual says business casual. Last few weeks I’ve introduced Short-Timer Sloppy, with Coffee Shop Casual launching on Tuesday.

Theoretically, I might never set a wake-up alarm ever again. Or have to be somewhere at a particular time. Three-day weekends lose their magic power. Can you take a vacation if you don’t work? Is every day a holiday? Is that good, or bad? If you have one or two weeks of vacation, you try to get to your destination as quickly as possible… and cram in as much fun as as you can… before racing back to the job. What’s it like when time is no longer a factor?

This is probably different for everyone, but it’s easy to let your job become who you are. Never a good idea. I’m looking forward to meeting someone and answering the “What do you do?” question with, “Nothing. I don’t do anything. I just am.” I shredded my company business cards to avoid accidently handing one of those out. I’m hoping for a nice, clean break with the job.

This one might be a challenge for me. I enjoyed my work so much I didn’t cultivate non-work friends as well as I might have. While I am technically adept enough to tele-commute, I seldom did because I liked being around the gang at the office. That will be difficult to replace. We’ll call it a growth opportunity.