I swear, if one more person does that "write things about LJfriends with their names nowhere in evidence and cackle as they try to guess who's who" meme, I'm going to get sucked into it myself. It seems interesting, it's just... so much work... work bad...
I swear (in a different sense of the phrase) I'll do more Snail Dust eventually. I've got less than a week to pack up everything I own for the move, and there's still a ways to go since I was laid up for two days with stupidbackpain, so. That sort of takes priority, because sd can theoretically be made up, but once I'm in Indy, ain't no one here that I trust to box up my stuff.
I ripped my pretty, pretty, limited-edition-six-or-seven-years-ago-so-probably-insanely-hard-to-replace-now poster print thing of a bunch of Klingons in the attempt to get it into a poster tube. This makes me sad. It also makes me angry with myself. Sure, the AOD poster rolls up just fine, the Iron Giant poster rolls up just fine, the print that cost more than both of them put together? rrrrrrrrrrip. BLARG.
Thursday was my last day of work, as I believe I mentioned on the day. They had a party for me. I was pleasantly surprised by that. Some pizza, a little cake that said "Bye Jenny" on it (they made the mistake of letting me cut it... with a giant knife... MWAHAHAHAHA... I mean, hi), and a couple cards that everyone in Business Planning & Improvement had signed (everyone who's around, anyway, Ankit and James are off who-knows-where and Chris-sub-work is in Chicago and Chad supposedly came back this month but I never once saw any evidence of this besides his initials on a few scanned batches). Loralee and Jessica and Gretchen didn't get parties, but then, they left during the school year whereas I left during summer, so maybe that makes a difference. Or maybe they really did just like me a bunch. I know I certainly left them quite a few stories to tell. I also left on good terms with my bosses, and if I ever need a reference from them, I know they'll give me a good one -- they for some reason felt that I was very hardworking, conscientious employee. Joke's on them, eh?
Yeah, I think I'm caught up on posting now. La la la.
I swear (in a different sense of the phrase) I'll do more Snail Dust eventually. I've got less than a week to pack up everything I own for the move, and there's still a ways to go since I was laid up for two days with stupidbackpain, so. That sort of takes priority, because sd can theoretically be made up, but once I'm in Indy, ain't no one here that I trust to box up my stuff.
I ripped my pretty, pretty, limited-edition-six-or-seven-years-ago-so-probably-insanely-hard-to-replace-now poster print thing of a bunch of Klingons in the attempt to get it into a poster tube. This makes me sad. It also makes me angry with myself. Sure, the AOD poster rolls up just fine, the Iron Giant poster rolls up just fine, the print that cost more than both of them put together? rrrrrrrrrrip. BLARG.
Thursday was my last day of work, as I believe I mentioned on the day. They had a party for me. I was pleasantly surprised by that. Some pizza, a little cake that said "Bye Jenny" on it (they made the mistake of letting me cut it... with a giant knife... MWAHAHAHAHA... I mean, hi), and a couple cards that everyone in Business Planning & Improvement had signed (everyone who's around, anyway, Ankit and James are off who-knows-where and Chris-sub-work is in Chicago and Chad supposedly came back this month but I never once saw any evidence of this besides his initials on a few scanned batches). Loralee and Jessica and Gretchen didn't get parties, but then, they left during the school year whereas I left during summer, so maybe that makes a difference. Or maybe they really did just like me a bunch. I know I certainly left them quite a few stories to tell. I also left on good terms with my bosses, and if I ever need a reference from them, I know they'll give me a good one -- they for some reason felt that I was very hardworking, conscientious employee. Joke's on them, eh?
Yeah, I think I'm caught up on posting now. La la la.