Quitting your job is like a bad breakup. The time between giving your notice and completing your moral obligation of the final weeks is like being separated but still living under the same roof.
You can feel the tension, your mind is elsewhere (on the new job, most likely), and even through the emails you can sense the disconnect between you and the company you're leaving behind.
Thank god I work from home, or this would be like running into each other in the kitchen after filing for divorce.
"How are things?"
"Great. Well I just wanted to make a tuna sandwich, but I'll leave you alone in here to slice the tension with the knife set you demanded in the settlement."
I can do this. I can do this. Just a few more weeks of sleeping on the futon and silently shuffling boxes out to my car.