I just looked this up and the actual poem this line is from is by Walt Whitman. I've never really been a poetry person, save for song lyrics. But of course, this line reminds me of the movie Dead Poets Society and everyone stands on their desks saying that.
I kinda feel like if I had asked my coworkers to do that as I was leaving, I think they would have. I'm genuinely touched at how most everyone at work is really shocked that I would no longer be there and how they don't agree with the decision. One former coworker told me a story about how he saw another coworker in my office and then asked what he was doing there. He had a question for me and just instinctively went to my office.
I guess it feels good to know that my work was appreciated. I have this complete fantasy scenario from the Jetsons because it's like every other episode, George Jetson gets a "You're fired!" from Spacely only to be promoted to Vice-President Jetson at the end of the episode. I realize that will never happen, but I guess I had thought my work was valued more highly there. Enough on that. I should get back to finding another place where I'll be valued.
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