Finals

Last day at the old desk. The ride has been a brief and hairied one.

The Professional stopped calling a few weeks ago. Which both Nicole and I found troublesome. Hopefully she made the move to Califronia she had been talking about.

My direct boss (we'll call her Secretariat, because she's one hell of a work horse) is being moved to the front desk. But she's keeping most of her responsibilities. Which is bullshit. She's been here over a decade.

Ending the year and ending the job seem coalesce nicely, for some reason. A very clean break with a year that, for me at least, was pretty terrible.

About a week or two after the layoff, I was offered another job at the station. But in speaking with HR today in turns out my transfer is not yet approved. My keys must be returned.

If anything happens, I'll let you know. Until then adieu, adieu. Remember me.


GHOST
... Fare thee well at once.
The glow-worm shows the matin to be near
And 'gins to pale his ineffectual fire.
Adieu, adieu, adieu! Remember me.

Hamlet I.v