My last day or so of work was taken up with turning over my projects to others and sort of doing a one last cleaning of my desk. I was planning on not seeing it for a long time. My office was then straightened up and at the end of the day I left for one hellaciously long weekend, so to say.
Everyone knew I was going on extended leave, or a sabbatical but no one knew why I was doing it or how I had wrangled it.
I, of course, was not about to tell them, and so, the rumor mill had it that I was going to get some kind of special training. Well, in a way that's true, but they did not know just how special it was supposed to be. For that fact, neither did I.
As I closed my office and walked out, I thought of what I would wear when I returned.
I had no inkling and let the moment pass.