Yesterday, I went to my old office for The Last Time. I turned in my keys. I will be back, I’m sure, but at the same time, I’m not sorry to go. I’ve been split between my volunteer work and my job for awhile now, and it will feel very good to really focus on my job and my job search for gainful, full-time, grownup employment.
There is something about clearing out of a job that is exhausting. You have to go through countless clients, assess their cases, scan everything, file everything, shred anything unnecessary, and make sure that there are adequate notes in case you ever get sued. Some clients are bound to fall through the cracks – the notes won’t be as thorough as they could be, a client who never called back to schedule their final appointment must be contacted, sometimes mistakes are found and must be corrected.
But nonetheless, I have turned in the files I was carting around in the trunk of my car, I have cleared out my desk, and I feel good. I stayed at my old job longer than necessary, considering I stopped receiving a paycheck back in May, but I have easily fulfilled my pro bono hours for the year, I’ve gained a lot of really valuable experience, and most importantly, I’ve helped people who would otherwise not have gotten help.