The end of an era. Okay, that's overstating it a little maybe. Today is my last day of work here, and before I leave, I'm doing one more post. All the midget porn has been cleaned off the hard drive, my desk is cleaned out, and I recycled about 50 bottles/cans. So all that's left to do is to turn in my key and security card. And then take every piece of office furniture that I can fit in the car. Which isn't any. So that won't take long.

Before I go, I wanted to thank all of my friends, family, and anonymous people in the line at the grocery store for listening to me gripe incessantly about my job for the last year. Now you can look forward to listening to me gripe incessantly about grad school. But, it hasn't all been bad. For example, this blog was born out of the many hours that I spent sitting alone in my office with nothing else better to do than obsess over politics, crappy music, bad television, and freakish animals. I'll also miss having ready access to high speed internet. That's definitely going to cramp my style. And soon, I'll probably miss showing up a half hour late, zoning out for an hour or so, taking an extra long lunch, and then leaving early to head home and zone out for several more hours. Hopefully going back to school will help to reverse this yearlong process of my brain turning into mush.

I promise that I will keep the blog going. I can't guarantee the same frequency of posting, but I have some plans in the works to help offset the change in my schedule (plans involving highly trained monkeys). But if things should get a little slower over the next two weeks, don't despair. And don't blame me if that means that you aren't as easily distracted at work.

And if you got here via an internet search for Susan Sheybani, the Prozac Princess, just scroll down a little. And if you got here via an internet search for Joel Osteen, just know that that dude is a crackhead.