Girl Friday's last week

This week is full of all sorts of weird cyclical symbolism and related blah. It makes sense, as I've been here about a year, so things which are annual in nature are of course repeating right now. Meetings that I'll never have to write about again about contentious budget processes that have gone full circle. Benefit concerts that got their start a year ago. My last story, Friday, is going to be about some nuns who are leaving town after decades of work at the local hospital.

It's odd. I'll have to say goodbye to co-workers at the end of it. I hate goodbyes. I'd rather disappear and then shout, "Hey, great knowing you, see you again some day," from a distance. Even with great people, goodbyes are too awkward, and generally a mess of worries that I didn't make them feel appreciated enough.