Goodbye to T2

I'm packing up again, but this time they are moving offices without me.  All my stuff is in a crate to go....who knows where!

I'll miss the activity.  I'll miss the noise.  I'll miss the planes.  I'll miss the work......oh wait (!!)  I'll miss the bizarre stories and the even more bizarre interaction between all the construction crews.  They are a funny bunch, and constantly challenge each other.  The biggest gripe they all seem to have with each other is how much time they took for lunch, or who even got time to have lunch.  It's a bit of a competition I think.  It seems the winner is the last one to have lunch, and if you get no lunch at all, jeez, then you are King!!  (What a crazy competition, and as competitive as I am that's one competition that I would be happy to be lose, every day!!)

I'm sitting here looking out the window, wondering what will be the next plane to depart.  I have quite enjoyed the speculation about the destination of each take off.  I'll miss that too.  BIG SIGH!  It was a shaky start, but in the end I enjoyed my time here.  I have lost count of the amount of times I have been asked for my e-mail address.  That's a good sign, isn't it?  There are quite a few leaving today, some of them have been here from the start of the project, so its a bit more intense for them.  And quite a lot of them don't know where they are going next. 

Oh well onwards and upwards......or in my case, to the dungeon and beyond.......

(I'm not going to cry, I'm not going to cry, I'm not going to cry........hmmm........this is not working)

Did somebody mention lunch?