IT'S that time of year when retirement is on the lips of everyone.
Retiring, moving on, delisting, sacking, getting the shaft, or boning… there are many names for the act of leaving.
In sport, leaving is a glorified event - think two-time Brownlow medallist Robert Harvey.
When he retired, he got carried off the ground at his last game, was part of the grand final day motocade, and was honoured at the Brownlow Medal and the St Kilda best and fairest.
As it’s my final column of Time Out, and some of my final few days at the Bendigo Advertiser, I’d like to think on Friday I will be doing a lap of honour around the Queen Elizabeth Oval.
People from the crowds will shout out my praise as I cruise around the ground in a ute sitting on a deck chair.
“I loved that article you wrote on the alpaca show,” an avid fan in the madding crowd will scream.
“Your attack on Lance Armstrong rocked!'' a little girl will yell.
There’ll be montages of my finest works flashing up on makeshift big screens.
The crashing chords of Fall Out Boy’s Thnks Fr Th Mmrs (or thanks for the memories, for those who weren’t an emo in 2007) will sound out around the ground.
However, sadly, this probably will not happen.
In fact, sport is the only job in the world where you get such a reception when you depart.
In any other job you do not get anything near these kind of accolades - which is maybe a good thing, because I would probably be slightly perturbed if my fellow workmates went to that sort of effort to send me off.
I would feel like they must be very, very pleased to see the back of me.
The best you get when you leave a job in the corporate world is one of those oversized cards.
You can tell people have sat around for about 20 minutes trying to work out how to write, 'best of luck for your new job' in a different way to what's already been written.
People around the office will probably chip in a few dollars each for a present.
But, as always happens in a busy newsroom, it won’t be organised until the final day.
Therefore, no one has the time to buy a present and people generally receive a lump sum in 20 cent coins.
But regardless of what profession you do, there is one common factor in a departure.
Whether you are the most famous sporting star in the world, or a journalist moving on after 16 months in the hot seat, it will inevitably end in a great big, old-fashioned knees up.
Thankfully, there is only select occasions when it ends up with a dwarf on fire.
So that's the last you'll hear from me for a while Bendigo.
Thanks for the memories and see you at the QEO on Friday.