I walk outside for lunch today, and a bird falls to the brick terrace directly in front of me with a thwack. It must have hit an upper story window. I watch it die. It only takes a few seconds. I scoop it up and place it in the grass, feeling more than a bit sorry for the poor bugger. Lunch is bland and tasteless, and once I'm done, I get ready for my last team meeting before leaving the company in two weeks. In the conference room I sit at the large table. My manager enters the room and in front of my peers tells me that I'm not supposed to be there at this late stage of my notice. I no longer feel like contributing anything for the remainder of my term. It's been that kind of day.