A closet sentimentalist

My office is all packed up, except for my computer/printer/phone, some documents I'm finishing, and a bunch of random pharmaceutical pens. It's weird. My leaving is coinciding with the Center reconstruction, so cardboard boxes clutter my home and my work space.

I guess it's really done, then.

Farewell, closet-they-call-an-office! Sorry about all the Starbucks stains from when the empty cup toss missed the trash can.

(My last day at work isn't actually till Tuesday, so no need to start crying and hugging the ergonomic furniture just yet...)