It’s Good-bye week

It’s good-bye week. 

This is my last week at WSLS.  After 21 years I supposed it should feel like good-bye, but it doesn’t.

Granted, my son Ben came and took the 12 gallon fish tank off my desk Friday night.  The cabinet above my desk now holds only a photo album, an employee manual and a couple of tapes used to record audio for newscasts.  And even my desk blotter is pushed aside.

All that is true – but it still feels like a normal week.

There are still newscasts to be done.  There are still scripts to check, and yes, (ugh) make-up to be applied.

It’s not like the world stops because it’s the last “this” or the last “that” – even though people are saying things like, “It’s your last Monday, how does it feel?”

At home, we are having a houseful of guests for the long holiday weekend, so my wife is barely aware that I am in the midst of a mid-life career change.  (Ok – that’s not fair, she’s aware – but let’s face it, she has to focus on what she’s going to feed all those people!)

And around me, my co-workers are busy, as reporters, photographers and producers and web folks always are, what with never-ending deadlines.

So I’d like to tarry, soak it all in and emotionally embrace my last Monday, but Virgil Goode is calling for a re-count and Jeff Haniewich is calling for snow.

Better get to it.