I was so tired before. I felt like I was on a boat. (Which makes my mind wonder off… here [Spotify link], ahh… boat.) Like the ground under me was swayning. Like I was drunk, about to fall over.

Still feel a bit like that actually.

I’ve been working all weekend you see, and today I had a lecture really early. As for the work thing, it’s over now (well, maybe not forever… but one can hope).

The shift I did on Sunday was my last, ever! I turned in my ID’s, my clothes/uniform and said ‘Hej Då!’. Just like to take a moment here to say, to everyone I have worked with (protected and served with, as my friend Onemountain would say) over the past 10 years (well, most of you anyway), it has been a pleasure! I thank you for the experience! We’ll meet down the line, who knows, maybe in an empty office space somewhere, shining flash-lights and rattling keys. Securing the place so to speak. For now, however, I am done with it.

So for the last time, I walk towards the door of the gate, having changed from my uniform into regular clothes, tired as hell, and perhaps a little mad at some nonfunctioning thing or service, but still with a smile on my face, waving to the two, or three, guys just beginning their shifts, saying ‘Hej Då! Ha de’ gôtt!’.