My brain hurts...
I go out drinking maybe a handful of times a year... and of those times I consume one or two beers at the most.
Well... yesterday was my last day as a contractor (or "leased employee" if you want to go by the Corporate USA, bureaucratic term they use). No, my contract wasn't up, and no, I wasn't mysteriously escorted out of the building, never to return (as I've seen happen)... I left on my own accord. I was offered a "real," full-time, salaried position at another company last week, and I start on Monday.
Needless to say, my last day proved to be a wonderful excuse for us all to go to the bar and eat, drink, and be merry. Well, a couple people did eat... we all drank... and by the end of the night, if you called me Mary, I probably wouldn't even have noticed.
I had a blast, and I'm really glad so many people came out. It put something into focus last night, too. While I am excited about my new job, I have felt a little bummed about leaving these past two weeks. I had a hard time figuring out why I wasn't more excited to leave... it is, after all, a great opportunity, doing more of what I am trained to. It crystallized last night, as I looked around the table. I am going to miss the people... the friends I have made over this past half a year.
While the company may have its shortcomings (as every large corporation is bound to have), the people with whom I've worked with are just plain awesome. I am going to miss my friends there, I am going to miss the environment they created... but scarecrow, I am going to miss you the most of all...
I know, I'll make more friends at my new job, but I don't want to forget the friends I made there... as inevitably has happened at other jobs in the past. You guys are cool as fucking hell! (that one's for Lori, who just discovered last night that yes, I do swear a lot... especially when I am consuming alcohol.)
Mushy crap aside, I had a blast last night... and drank about... hmm... ok, I have no idea. But I know there was a JagerBomb in there somewhere...
It is always interesting going to an event with co-workers where alcohol is flowing. Those are the times you TRULY learn things about who you work, or in my case, workED with. And yes, I had some very deep and interesting conversations, some of which remain a little blurry today, but nonetheless...
I woke up at around 5AM this morning to the sound of my brain trying to escape from my skull. Three Advil and a tall glass of water later, I went back to bed, and eventually fell back asleep. My head feels ok now, but my lungs aren't too happy with the fifteen or so clove cigarettes I smoked over the course of eight hours at the bar (yeah, I left right around midnight.) I hope everyone made it home safely?
Oh man... now I have to drive across the state this afternoon to Fenton to bid farewell to my buddy Howie, who is moving to Pittsburgh this week. His going away party is at... a bar.
This is going to be interesting...
Well... yesterday was my last day as a contractor (or "leased employee" if you want to go by the Corporate USA, bureaucratic term they use). No, my contract wasn't up, and no, I wasn't mysteriously escorted out of the building, never to return (as I've seen happen)... I left on my own accord. I was offered a "real," full-time, salaried position at another company last week, and I start on Monday.
Needless to say, my last day proved to be a wonderful excuse for us all to go to the bar and eat, drink, and be merry. Well, a couple people did eat... we all drank... and by the end of the night, if you called me Mary, I probably wouldn't even have noticed.
I had a blast, and I'm really glad so many people came out. It put something into focus last night, too. While I am excited about my new job, I have felt a little bummed about leaving these past two weeks. I had a hard time figuring out why I wasn't more excited to leave... it is, after all, a great opportunity, doing more of what I am trained to. It crystallized last night, as I looked around the table. I am going to miss the people... the friends I have made over this past half a year.
While the company may have its shortcomings (as every large corporation is bound to have), the people with whom I've worked with are just plain awesome. I am going to miss my friends there, I am going to miss the environment they created... but scarecrow, I am going to miss you the most of all...
I know, I'll make more friends at my new job, but I don't want to forget the friends I made there... as inevitably has happened at other jobs in the past. You guys are cool as fucking hell! (that one's for Lori, who just discovered last night that yes, I do swear a lot... especially when I am consuming alcohol.)
Mushy crap aside, I had a blast last night... and drank about... hmm... ok, I have no idea. But I know there was a JagerBomb in there somewhere...
It is always interesting going to an event with co-workers where alcohol is flowing. Those are the times you TRULY learn things about who you work, or in my case, workED with. And yes, I had some very deep and interesting conversations, some of which remain a little blurry today, but nonetheless...
I woke up at around 5AM this morning to the sound of my brain trying to escape from my skull. Three Advil and a tall glass of water later, I went back to bed, and eventually fell back asleep. My head feels ok now, but my lungs aren't too happy with the fifteen or so clove cigarettes I smoked over the course of eight hours at the bar (yeah, I left right around midnight.) I hope everyone made it home safely?
Oh man... now I have to drive across the state this afternoon to Fenton to bid farewell to my buddy Howie, who is moving to Pittsburgh this week. His going away party is at... a bar.
This is going to be interesting...
posted by pairadocs at 10:00
3 Comments:
Jeez, was it midnight??? ;-)
That same headache drove me from my bed at 9 this morning. Took 2 pills, 4 cups of coffee, a bottle of water and 2 hours to get rid of it.
A nice tribute to those you've recently left behind. Makes me glad in a way that I'm not there anymore -- I won't miss you being gone!!
Seriously, good luck in the new job, take care, and keep in touch!
kathy
Wow. Sounds like you stayed pretty late. Glad that you had fun. It was good hanging out. I will miss your toy adventures and look forward to seeing the "customized Cameron" pics. Good luck on the new job and stay in touch.
My fun continued after I left your debacle. I was followed up 131 by a State Power Ranger. Not good when you consider my blood was pumping 90 octane by then. Luckily, it was not my night for "flashy thingy" which would have drove me insane. We'll try to carry on without you.
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