Last day Eve

I packed my personal effects into boxes today. Michael was surprised at the amount of stuff I had to take home.

"I literally could walk out of here with all my stuff in a single shopping bag," he said. Well, guys do not keep several varieties of hand lotion in their desks. I also have a lot of calendars, some George Stroumboulopoulos pictures (thank you Sherry) and a few stuffed creatures. So yes, my cube was pretty much decorated like a 12-year-old girl's bedroom. Maybe that's why I was so successful in capturing the voice of a seventh grade girl in my first writing assignment. We reviewed each other's work last night in class. I'm feeling a little better about my work now.

I went to my last Zumba class today. The instructor is the same girl who led the Yoga Booty Ballet class that I loved so much. I was tempted to skip it today because my afternoon was so packed with meetings. I missed last week's class anyway because I was out for lunch. As if she knew it was my last class though, she decided to start things off with some ballet stretching. Oh how I've missed the pliés! I found a gym close to my house where she teaches YBB. I am tempted to join it just for that class.

I employed Nigel and Joanna to help me carry my stuff to the parking lot where my mom was waiting for me. Duane said once that you know who your real friends are by looking around at the people who came out to help you move. Nigel and Joanna are definitely those kind of people, though I'm sure if I needed extra help I could have found it.

Lisa emailed me last night from Victoria. She's there for three weeks for her residency requirement at Royal Roads. The poor girl had an out of the blue fainting spell during the welcoming remarks in front of her entire class, professors and senior university administration. Lisa and I have to be soulmates or something. We do everything months apart from each other--jobs, homes, and, apparently, fainting in public. She is doing fine now. We haven't been able to see much of each other for the last while because she's been busy with school. I miss her.

Tomorrow is my last official day at Good Wooden Leg. Technically, I will be an unemployed bum as of 3:30 pm until 8:30 am Monday. I hope to make the most of it. Already in the plans are two foul suppers! Wait, that's not a bum, that's an 85 year-old church lady. What do bums do anyway? Bum a smoke? Bum a ride? Bum around town? If I could only be a beach bum for the weekend that would be awesome. Maybe that's what I'll do with my paid out vacation funds!

Anyway, I have work to do.

Well I been thinking bout the future
But I'm too young to pretend
It's such a waste to always look behind you
Should be lookin' straight ahead

Yeah, I'm gonna have to move on
Before we meet again
Yeah, it's hard
If you had've only seen

'Cause every once in a while
You think about if your gonna get yourself together
You should be happy just to be alive
And just because you just don't feel like comin' home
Don't mean that you'll never arrive

--Jet, Move On