Thursday, June 16, 2005

11 people from my office took me out to lunch today... about 3 of them I actually wanted there - and of course, those 3 were scattered around the table, so I'm stuck sitting by people who ask me asanine questions like "are you taking all your pets with you when you move?" ("no, we're leaving the snakes as presents to the new home owners, and we're setting the dogs free") and tell stupid stories - and someone asked me if I was really coming to work tomorrow. And, honestly, it had never occurred to me NOT to come in - I mean, it's supposed to be my last day - and it's casual day, so it's not like I have to wear "grown up" clothes or anything - but the more I thought about it, the less I wanted to put in a full 8 hours - a co-worker says to me "I don't expect you to stay much past lunch" to which I replied "I don't expect me to stay much past lunch either." The question now, is how much trouble can I get into in 4 hours? Will I finally blab about the manager sleeping with his underling? Will I finally tell everyone EXACTLY what I think of them? Will I wear a tiara all day? This remains to be seen.

and then they had some little farewell thing for me in the kitchen with pie and a card* all in all, it was very "meh" - but fortunately, no one made any speeches, nor expected any from me - which was good - because, as much of an attention whore as I am, I only want it on my terms.

Aside from that - I've completely stopped censoring myself - I've been very... shall we say free with my words... okay, I can say "fuck" more times in a minutes than any sailor you've ever known (and I know you've known a lot of sailors)

*the card included such sentiments as "Happy Birthday", "Don't party too hard at Mardi Gras"**, and the most unusual, "I'm going to miss you more than words could ever express. You've been a true friend and I thank you for that" from a guy who's been here a week and a half.

** for the record, Magellan, Mardi Gras is in New Orleans, which is in a totally different state