We went out for pizza to celebrate my final departure.  This is the sixth such luncheon of which 4 were deemed to be “final”.  I had no parting wisdom, the well-wishes were dull, and the pizza was copious; all in all, the overwhelming feeling was relief.  This was driven home with last interaction with one coworker:

Him: Hey, you’ve been a lot of help around here and there’s been something I’ve been meaning to ask you.
Me: Yes?
Him: Can I have your iPod dock?