Goto: the rest of your life.

Goto: the rest of your life.

Today is my last day at work. Fare thee well, poorly-lit cubicle. Fare thee well, Adobe Framemaker. Fare thee well, stock options. No really, screw you for making our taxes 800 times more complicated. Fare thee well, job that I hate.

In general, I am actually very charmed by this place. I fiercly love most of my coworkers, and I have made some dear, lasting friendships here. It'll be so nice to just be friends with them, and not, as Jackie so insightfully mentioned, have to spend "10 hours a day 5 feet from them." She always has good snacks, though, so if you need to have someone 5 feet from you that often, make sure they have good snacks.

But most importantly, I'm ready to move on. We had a bit of a reproduction issue recently where we actually decided we wanted to have a baby and start a family, like now. God knows why this struck us at a time of major change, but Erik has a real job now and for the longest, longest time, that's what we had been waiting for. So we went for it. And it didn't happen. In fact, things got pretty complicated and I was scared and sad. Even though I only had a few weeks, even days left at this place, I still think the stress and overall void of authenticity was really affecting my body and my will.

Tomorrow, I'm heading out to Arizona to take a hiking team in and out of the Grand Canyon. Then, after just over a week of Woman Of Leisure-ness, (pronouced very londonly, like "lezshuh"), I'll start a shiny new job doing program coordination work for a non-profit. And I'm going to have every Monday off, when I can just meander around the neighborhood while everyone else is at work and sit at cafes and maybe hang out with the old man up the street with the gigantic pet pot-bellied pig.

Hopefully, in the fall I'll be off to a teaching program, but we actually might put that off. I'm going to look into whether all of my pre-requisites and test results will last for another year, and instead maybe we'll try some more for babies and do the school thing next year, when they're wee. This is a lot of information for you all to use against me :-). But most importantly, may I never step foot in a cubicle again.

Anyway, I'm going to wrap up the, like, 800 projects on my desk as best as I can, and then take down all of my flare. Then it's happy hour time. I can't wait.

This? This is a good day.