My co-worker told me I should go home fifteen minutes early today. So I decided to go to the station and see my friend, since it was before 5pm and I could get in the front door and surprise him without having to text him and let him know I was there so he could let me in the back. I ended up being there until almost 9pm talking to him.
It was weird to be there. I haven't been in the station for probably at least six months... and the last time I was there, it was weird too. I was sitting at another ex-co-worker's desk and looked at a post-it that had station names and some passwords on it and I thought "What are those for? I know those. Why do I know those? OH YEAH." They were for copy I used to retrieve every week... affidavits I filled out every month.
Behind my friend was a post-it note with a website address, username, and password - in my handwriting.
I laughed because pinned to his bulletin board is a paper sign somebody printed out to attach to his office door that read "DOOR." Attached to the DOOR is a post-it I wrote that says "DOOR SIGN." Another ex-co-worker had written on another post-it and attached it to mine, "DOOR SIGN POST-IT."
There's a wipe-off board outside one of the recording studios, with a little picture I drew still on it. I drew that probably, oh, four years ago at this point?
It feels foreign because I haven't been there in so long, and yet it's familiar because it's just like it was when I left. Exactly the same as it was for five years... comfortable and uncomfortable all at once.
"If the GM retires, will you tell me, and maybe I'll come back and work here again?" I asked my friend.
Every. ****. day.