heaven knows what happens now

Today was my last official day at work. It wasn't my last real day of work, as I will fill in for a couple of days in a couple of weeks, but the day I'd been counting down to arrived. So, yeah. It's weird.

Yesterday, there was goodbye drinking, which was nice. A day-of decision, and I think that is fun, except that I wasn't dressed for public life. We're talking freshly dyed unwashed hair piled up on top of my head, an outfit entirely made up of clothes two sizes too big and my green Sauconys. Wait, those green ones you stopped wearing months ago because they got too dirty? Yep. Did they somehow get cleaner? Nope. Everyone must have been thinking, "Dang, that bitch does need some time off ... to go shopping!"

But the beer was nice and the company was lovely and everyone gets five stars. Except it somehow went from being 8PM and me totally leaving to 12:30AM and me just getting home. Then when it was 4AM and my alarm went off, I couldn't handle it. So I rolled over for a little while longer and went for a later bus -- except that bus and the next one didn't show up. Bastards. So I was late on my last 6AM day. Terrible. Fire her!