Lifestyles of the poor and nameless

Today is the second to last day at work. My desk is clear of all my personal belongings. I'm trying to find a way to keep my ID. I've managed to keep several IDs over the past few years....souvenirs of past employment, I guess.

Yesterday was my last day with the boss, since she is on vacation as of today. It was a bittersweet moment. As miserable as she made me over the past few months, somehow the parting was still sad. The project she's been working on for years, which had finally made it to the Governor's office for final approval could be cancelled. She looked like she was going to cry.

But then the "bitch on wheels" exterior came back and she started her tirade about how horrible the Commish was being. She even coined a new phrase: "...you know, pulling this rule is like trying to cut your nails with a freaking chain saw---- it's overkill!" I thought that was pretty darn witty; especially considering that her other "claim to fame" is this phrase: "that measure is like trying to put a band-aid on an amputation--- it's just not enough!"

I spent the past couple months scared that she was going to screw me over during evaluations, but in the end, she gave me the same good review that she had given me at mid-term.

Tomorrow I will take my name sign off my cube and make my last exit as an employee. Then I'll move back in with my parents on Saturday. Eek. In the words of The Verve: it's a bittersweet symphony, this life.