"Parting is such sweet sorrow" -Kevin Costner reading Shakespeare
Yesterday was my last day at work, and I must say I at first I was some what disappointed (not really). My plan all along, was to quit work and devote my time to being a stand in for Paul McDonald of American Idol fame. But wouldn't you know, as luck would have it, the night before my last day of work, Paul is voted of AI. Now if that is not bad enough, my last day of work I actually had to work. Who do they think I am, Lee Iacoca. It was my intent to roll in for my last day and drink mint juleps and bet on horse races... but nooooo. You're not allowed to gamble or drink at work... even on your last day.
Even still, it turned into a great last day. Several of my wonderful co-workers went out after work for dinner and drinks. It was the best way to end my time at Silver Key, an appropriate epilogue for you literary types. Togehter, employees from around the organization pooled some money together to put towards our adoption and gave it to Misty and I, with a card full of kind hand written notes. It truly was a sweet ending.
For the next 10 days, I will be unemployed. And do you think I am going to be allowed to wear sweat pants, and watch 24 all day.... noooo. Misty says there is stuff around the house for me to do. Give me a break. The dog poop will bio degrade (its green) and the pine needles will eventually blow away (from the pile I raked them in last week). She just doesn't understand how important 24 is to me.
I wish Jack Bauer were here now. He would know how to get out of house chores. He would also know how to get the raccoons that are illegally squatting in my shed out. If you know any one that wants a shed, its theirs. I am never going in there again. I went in there a couple days ago to look for something, only to almost step on a raccoon. It scared the bejesus out of me. I ran out of there as fast as I can and vowed to never go in there again. In a last ditch effort, I threw some moth balls in there because I had heard from a trusted source (another raccoon that was a snitch) that raccoons hate moth balls. I found this unusual because I love the smell of moth balls. I am far from convinced that it worked, so I decided, I don't care about the stuff in there. For one the raccoons probably pooped everywhere, for two raccoons are really mean. I peaked my head in today to see if they were still there, and I didn't see them, but I heard them. They were whispering... "we're going to get you Jamie" "you thought we didn't like moth balls didn't you... but we love moth balls... they're like an aphrodisiac for us... all our girls are pregnant now".
You see the kind of blogs you get when I don't have work to think about... really terrible stuff, pretty gross too.
It was a great week for adoption fund raising. Between the generous donation from my former employer, and a $1000 gift as well as two other donations, we received almost $1400 towards our adoption.
So again, thank you to everyone who has given so generously.
Yesterday was my last day at work, and I must say I at first I was some what disappointed (not really). My plan all along, was to quit work and devote my time to being a stand in for Paul McDonald of American Idol fame. But wouldn't you know, as luck would have it, the night before my last day of work, Paul is voted of AI. Now if that is not bad enough, my last day of work I actually had to work. Who do they think I am, Lee Iacoca. It was my intent to roll in for my last day and drink mint juleps and bet on horse races... but nooooo. You're not allowed to gamble or drink at work... even on your last day.
Even still, it turned into a great last day. Several of my wonderful co-workers went out after work for dinner and drinks. It was the best way to end my time at Silver Key, an appropriate epilogue for you literary types. Togehter, employees from around the organization pooled some money together to put towards our adoption and gave it to Misty and I, with a card full of kind hand written notes. It truly was a sweet ending.
For the next 10 days, I will be unemployed. And do you think I am going to be allowed to wear sweat pants, and watch 24 all day.... noooo. Misty says there is stuff around the house for me to do. Give me a break. The dog poop will bio degrade (its green) and the pine needles will eventually blow away (from the pile I raked them in last week). She just doesn't understand how important 24 is to me.
I wish Jack Bauer were here now. He would know how to get out of house chores. He would also know how to get the raccoons that are illegally squatting in my shed out. If you know any one that wants a shed, its theirs. I am never going in there again. I went in there a couple days ago to look for something, only to almost step on a raccoon. It scared the bejesus out of me. I ran out of there as fast as I can and vowed to never go in there again. In a last ditch effort, I threw some moth balls in there because I had heard from a trusted source (another raccoon that was a snitch) that raccoons hate moth balls. I found this unusual because I love the smell of moth balls. I am far from convinced that it worked, so I decided, I don't care about the stuff in there. For one the raccoons probably pooped everywhere, for two raccoons are really mean. I peaked my head in today to see if they were still there, and I didn't see them, but I heard them. They were whispering... "we're going to get you Jamie" "you thought we didn't like moth balls didn't you... but we love moth balls... they're like an aphrodisiac for us... all our girls are pregnant now".
You see the kind of blogs you get when I don't have work to think about... really terrible stuff, pretty gross too.
It was a great week for adoption fund raising. Between the generous donation from my former employer, and a $1000 gift as well as two other donations, we received almost $1400 towards our adoption.
So again, thank you to everyone who has given so generously.
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