'What you workin' today??'

Indeed.
Saturday was the day!! How strange it felt thinking that whatever i did was the last time i did it. The sun was shining bright and i was cycling up Rose Hill one last time. Not that I was going to miss it or anything, it just was the last time. Work was hectic, everybody remaining mad, unchanged, the fact that i was not going to be there not changing anything. I kind of expected that on my last day everybody will be aware of it being my last day, all the patients will be telling me like,'Yeah, its your last day today, hm, we are going to miss you, its going to be so different without you here.' Instead I met up with looks full of surprise when I came to say good bye into the smoking room or the lounge. It really did feel strange. Like i wasn't a part of their life at all, my presence hasn't made any difference whatsoever, or if it did, that was only for one second and then, the next day, it was a new day with a new world. Like a goldfish. I was talking about being a goldfish with Sara the other day and i believe that i would very much like to be one. A goldfish forgets everything within few minutes of the event's occurrence and that must be such an exciting life. The goldfish just goes and wiggles from side to side with these huge eyes like plates shining with excitement for everything that happens is completely new, unexperienced and indeed, must be sooooo exciting (how many times cn you use the world exciting in one sentence about being excited or perhaps general excitement??). Yes, I would very much like to be a goldfish.
Nevertheless, at least I think I can live with a good feeling of a job well done. That even if it only was for that short momentuous moment, I still did give them something more. Even if it only perhaps were few short moments of shared sane insanity. Vivat!