Have I mentioned that I'm ready to be done? Enough with the muffled-morning commutes and feeling of working helplessly, with only the goal of being finished. I'm tired of combing the office cabinet and settling on crappy food I don't really want. I would like to be home for dinner once, please. So I suppose I'll outline the highlights of each week...
Week 1: July 4, my least favorite holiday, gets a bump in the polls for providing me a 4-day weekend and a 3-day workweek.
Week 2: going out with the coworkers, something that should be done more (with most of them, anyway). We're celebrating (or mourning?) the departure of both myself and Irene within a week of each other. We settled quickly on Skate World, though I think Irene, Rosie and I (the youngest and least tied-down by children or husbands) are the most excited. Retro Night - we don't know quite what this means, but it does mean Irene and I, at least, will be wearing side ponytails and ridiculous clothing.
Week 3: July 20th is Ruby's wedding - a Wednesday. Like most weddings, the lead-up seems to have gone on forever. I am excited to hang out with the gals again, see her fiance/husband in the flesh, and, honestly, see Ruby tipsy or more. Haha.
Week 4: what can I say, it will be the last week! Irene will be gone (very sad), a new coordinator will be rushing around the office (I feel for him/her...) and I will be hard-pressed to find motivation. And then I will be done! And no longer receiving a paycheck.
Damnit, money.
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