Working For…Nothing?

So today was day two of my last two weeks of work.   I’ve worked during a notice period before and I’ve been struck by the irony of the situation.  For instance, Tuesdays are the weekly staff meeting at my job. And today, the agenda was all about stuff that happens after I leave next week.  In essence, the meeting was a waste of my time…then again, perhaps it wasn’t.  I’m trying to leave my office on the best terms possible (which is again, ironic, seeing that I’m being forced to resign due to a personality conflict).  So I figured, it was better to show my face at the meeting, smile, nod, and stay out of all of the hefty decisions being made for the future. 

And then there’s the issue of tying up loose ends.  I still have to make phone calls and sign paperwork and forward paperwork to the right places.  All while informing the various people with whom I interact on a daily basis that I won’t be here after next week and the contact person is now going to be so-and-so.   I’ve often wondered how much of what I’m doing in my last two weeks is a moot point?  To be honest, I think very little of what I do is a moot point.  Not because I’m an arrogant bastard.  It’s the fact that the product of my work fills an important niche in my organization.  (The personality clash is/was a separate issue from my actual job.  Irony #3.  Or perhaps Irony #1.)

And then there’s the inevitable, “Oh, what are you moving on to?”  And I feel embarrassed to say the truth, which today was a number of variations of, “I don’t know.”  And in my carefully structured world, that’s like staring into the void.