Senioritis of Good-byes

Somehow everything strikes me funny these days. I think it’s Senioritis. Do you remember Senioritis? That senior year of high school that you’re just chomping at the bit to get on with your life – whatever that might be?

…that was both awesome and annoying. Awesome because of the anticipation of good stuff to come and annoying because – for me at least – I am not a patient person by nature. God’s working on it.

Yeah. I have senioritis bad right now. (If you’re new here, I’m moving in…less than 2 weeks! This post is when I announced it officially, But there’s more here, here, here, …you get the idea. There are more.)

The Officemate and I are howling with laughter all the time lately at random calls that come in, at stuff she or I see on the internet, at facebook. At stuff from SomeEcards. At the idea of drinking our lunch…which we won’t, but when I walked in today and said “how are you?” her reply was “pissed off” if that tells you how stressed she is at the moment.

And then there was this:

Prunes? Again, I ask you, who shares stuff like this?
What do I share? Candy. Always candy.

I keep reminding the Officemate, and Sweetie, and Snarky (have I mentioned her?) that my cell phone number won’t change so they can still send me their “What Would Red Say” questions, or funny things the Officemate sees online that I probably miss because I couldn’t care less about pop culture.

Yeah, things are getting goofy. I haven’t cleaned out my email inbox in days. Most of it doesn’t require a response, or is about stuff happening after I leave anyway, so what’s the point?

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On a side note, the Officemate and a higher-up are at this moment discussing someone’s recent pregnancy announcement, and related issues like fertility, and deciding to conceive. Seriously? I don’t need to know how you came to decide whether or not to bring another human into the world, or how difficult or not it was to conceive! Have some discretion, dude!

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How long until the move? Brett reminded me the actual number of days a couple days ago, so I know that it is…wait...11 days to “wheels on the road”. However, my last day at work is just one week from tomorrow! So which do I count when people ask how much longer?

I am counting “good-bye events”.

There have already been several. Here’s what’s left:

7.Tomorrow: Baltimore (First, a “hello” lunch with Misty of Misty’s Laws. Nice.) Then dinner at a restaurant north of the city. I’ll blow the afternoon at the Inner Harbor. Or IKEA. Whichever. Oh! Maybe a Movie! (shut up, Movie Whore, this is not about you!)

6.Friday: My “Help Me Drain My Liquor Cabinet" Party – I have no idea who all will show up or not. I think some people are afraid. I do have my reputation to ruin consider!

5.Saturday: Meeting friends from my PA days in D.C. Yea! The Smithsonian! And probably an Indian dinner at a delightful South-Indian restaurant with an old friend from Jr. High (which was in India).

4.Sunday: A cookout at a friend’s house – she usually has dinner parties, and the dinner party crowd will be there. It’ll be nice.

3.Thursday I’m not supposed to know about, but they’re doing something for me at work.

2.Friday: Another trip to the Symphony with Aphrodite. Holst’s The Planets.

1.Sunday: A reception at my church …which will end when I put the pedal to the metal and get the heck out of Dodge! (how’s that for a mixed metaphor?)

So I am 7 good-byes away from departure. You probably won’t see me here tomorrow, because I'll be off taking care of one of the good-byes and my first "Hello", but feel free to read some of the archives!

UPDATE: I just got an email from the handbell director at my church and they are going to have a send-off for me at the next rehearsal on Tuesday. My countdown? 8 good-byes until departure!

Something to Celebrate today? The birthday of Lucrezia Borgia! (in 1480) Ooohh…the Borgias. The poisoning, murderous Borgias. Sweet. So let’s toast some dark drink (un-poisoned) to the merry poisoner! (Thanks again, as ever, Cranky&Difficult. What would I do without you?)