Friday, June 17, 2005

The end of days

The end of work days, that is... for a while at least... and I'm rocking the dirty jeans, old Converse, and a tiara, and I'm sad, but I'm not... there's a lot I won't miss about this job (the rampant sexism, the nothing to do) but there's a lot I will miss (full time blogging, IMing for 8 hours a day, the coolest boss on the planet) - but mostly I'll miss my friends - because, I hide it well, but I get attached to people - very attached, and even if I'm not all friend-like all the time (or ever), I like them being there and will miss them when I'm not around them all the time - it's weird...

and I think they'll miss me, too... why else would they have been rummaging through my desk when I got in this morning? (I SO wish I were kidding about that)