I’m tracking every little last thing in this, my final week as a cube monkey in this particular cube jungle. The last Monday morning. The last time I climb into the ever-so professional brown wool trousers. The last time I smack my shoulder into one of those I’m-So-Important-All-Minions-Scamper-from-My-Path executive types arrogant enough to play chicken with me on the sidewalk in front of my office building.

Well, probably the last time. The week is still young.