What do we take with us when we leave a job, besides a slice of farewell cake?

I love the fact that someone had to order these cakes and explain what they wanted written on them. I mean, there was a serious conversation about this. Someone chose the flavor, someone came up with the message, and someone had to hand it over with a straight face. I would love to know how many suggestions they went through. I hope the person leaving got to take a big slice home after the farewell office party! Isn’t it a lovely gesture when coworkers make an effort like that for someone who got a new job? 

Leaving a job makes me think about everything that happened while I was there. I arrived not knowing how anything worked, asking questions, then, at some point, I became the person who could answer a new coworker’s question. I learned things. I got more comfortable. We forget to notice that while it’s happening! And a lot of that comes from other people. I wouldn’t have gotten here if it wasn’t for the kind coworker who explained something to me again because I didn’t understand it the first time. I wouldn’t be here either if it wasn’t for that tip another coworker shared that made a task easier. I wouldn’t have made all this progress if someone hadn’t noticed I was having a difficult day and asked if I was okay. I remember those things and I take them with me wherever I go next.