Well, in the literal sense only. I have not yet left my company. Though with the feeling that such an event is forthcoming, I've been taking home things that I've had in my desk for years that I haven't really been using: Books, toys, some papers that I don't want to throw out.
One such thing that I took home was a four year-old tin of No Name corned beef. This is one of those tins that comes with its own key to peel open the tin. It was sad, I couldn't remember how to in fact open the tin with the key. I ended up snapping off the key before being able to actually use it.
That being said, I am probably never going to eat tinned meat ever again. And not because of the key thing. Now that I know what I'm doing, I think it's pretty cool. But for the last eighteen hours, I've had the worst headache I've had in a long time. It's most likely due to all the sulphates and other preservatives in the "meat". That it's four year-old "meat" probably doesn't help either.