Moving on

So apparently either Friday or early next week (depending on how fast the paperwork is processed in HR) will be my last day at the company. I suppose it's real now. It didn't feel real before, but it just hit me as I said goodbye to Mrs. Dao in the cafeteria, a little Vietnamese immigrant lady who is one of the handful of people who have been at this company longer than I have, serving custom sandwiches to all the employees since God knows when. I almost cried when she hugged me.

And it's bloody Dead Seabird Flavored too!

"Even the Gossamer Albatross has to hold up its own weight. "
-matociquala in a post that mostly concerns the mild tyranny of writing in tight 3rd person POV.

Context will not have a clever tagline: http://matociquala.livejournal.com/820416.html