Hallelujah!

I got a new job!
Which means, I get to quit this job before they get a chance to fire me. So I'm moving from the illustrious world of event planning to the even more illustrious world of real estate law.
Hmm.
I believe I know even less about real estate law than I do about event planning.

Most importantly, now I get to do all the things in my last few days at this effing lame job that I'd been planning--such as watching hardcore, gross-out porn on my computer and commenting on it loudly: "Oh my fucking god, I didn't even know a bowling pin could FIT in there!" and "Holy shit, is that a motherfucking OCTOPUS?!"

So goodbye, vaguely androgynous boss.
Goodbye, is-he-or-isn't-he gay supervisor.
Goodbye, man-voiced yinzer receptionists.
Goodbye, hobbit-looking temp with arms so hairy i audibly gasped the first time i saw them.
Goodbye. I shall miss you all equally.

Which is to say, I shall miss none of you at all.