Last Friday was my official last day at my job. I showed up early, like 9:00 a.m. thinking I was just going to be lazily writing in my journal all day. Needless to say I was extremely frustrated as I found myself working my ass off like my life depended on it that morning trying to get everything done. At around 12:30 p.m. I meet up with my former supervisor at our local Mexican restaurant and we share beers, shrimp burritos and old war stories from the job. I remember feeling slightly regret...