Like an aging rocker, I am in the midst of my farewell tour. I started this victory lap with the high hopes of snaring a severance package, but alas that seems unlikely now. “Let my people go”, was my going in mantra, but it appears that I’ll just have to leave, with my head held high and without any extra coin in my pocket. Who said honor was cheap? Too bad, but this process is still a lot of fun. I understand now why entertainers do this thing all the time. People are always coming up to you and saying how much that they will miss you, asking about your future plans and wishing you well with them. It’s a nice experience. I’m giving more and more thought to what I want to do after I retire. I’m making travel plans, but I am also looking at ways to fill my days in between the trips. I figured out that while I won’t miss working, I will miss the social interactions that occur as part of work. Not to put too fine a point on it, I’m going to miss the boy’s club atmosphere. What I really mean is the camaraderie. So, this is my current area of concern in this life changing event, but then if I don’t have something substantive to worry about, then I’ll just worry about something trivial instead. This concern actually makes the prospect of retiring a little more exciting. I feel ready to hike up my pants and charge right in to it. It is going to be fun. I’m looking forward to it. I’m literally counting down the days.