Last Day

My last day at work and I have a nasty hangover.  Kids, it’s never a good thing to drink like a fish the previous night if you have to wake up really early the following morning.

The group despite my plea for a despedida-less resignation threw one for me anyway.  Not that it wasn’t appreciated, I just hate goodbye gatherings, there’s an expectation that the person leaving should shed a few tears.  I had to disappoint them, of course.  My tears only come out during special occasions and only when I’m under my blanket, sucking my thumb.

I got gifts though so that totally erased the suckiness of the whole situation.  I got two books; one on a past president associated with cigars and Monica Lewinsky, and another about the so called audacity of hope by the US’ president elect.  Somebody commented that the latter is a good read.  Whoop-de-doo!  Was that unsolicited comment a thumbs up for the book or just one of those ‘look at me, I read books like that, I’m so interesting’.

Not that I didn’t appreciate these two books but I would rather receive the last two books of the Twilight series and the final installment of Chris Paolini’s trilogy– Brisinger.  Oh well, everything’s all good I suppose.

Damn, I’m gonna miss this office’s fast internet connection.

I’m thinking of coming out of the internet closet.  Now that I’m officially one of the jobless squad, I don’t see any reason to maintain a secret identity anymore.  That one really was for the benefit of the organization.  I couldn’t be caught blogging during office hours now, could I?

Anyhow, the heavy metal pounding in my head is subsiding.  I guess I’ll hasten their silence by getting a little shut-eye.  Ta.