Must not cry. Must keep poise. Must get into the train and stay okay. I mutter this to myself as I clean up the remaining clutter on my desk. The Boss left an hour ago, chuckling, "I'll see you in a few!". A few years I was tempted to add but didn't. However decided I am to leave a job, the last day has never been a comfortable moment for me. I'm amazed at those people who seem to be able to do it with such ease and grace. Like it never happened. The desk, clients, co-workers, paperwork. One can dismiss bosses, sure, especially if they are jerks. Or the job itself. Like if was bland, forgettable, boring. Or pays horribly.

But me, I get attached and I've the faintest idea why.

I look at my beat-up pc and I want to smuggle it in my overweight balikabayan box. Along with my pens, pins, staples and the Lawyer's Directory I've almost committed to memory for the past eight months. And of course, there's Kathy, my quirky friend. In our office filled with chatty lawyers, I kicked it with the receptionist. Kathy, she's the man.

But the day has come. My escape to New York has run its course. Like Meredith said, I'm all glued up now. So long, Big Apple. You'll always be the place I run away to.

Minz is: gloomy