here it is, my last day at work. you know, I think I feel a tear coming on. could it be that I'm feeling sentimental about leaving the office? could it be that over the 9 months since I started work here I've grown attached to the desk, the mounds of paper, the oddly colored tax map on the wall, the same chair I've been planting myself in from 8AM to 4:30PM five days a week? or am I just weeping like I do every day at how far away 4:30 seems from the vantage point of someone stuck at 10:45?