Today was a tough day. After a nice lunch and many nice (and just as many difficult) goodbyes, I was walked out of the GM Proving Grounds.
There's a lot of feelings leaving a job that has taken over so much of your life and your identity. There are a lot of good people back there who were really sorry to see me leave, it showed in their words today. How did I get to the point that I absolutely had to get myself out of that environment? At what point do you run out of luck always moving away from good people?
Too much. It was a lonely last ride home from Milford.