Frog and Goat

A co-worker is leaving at the end of the week. She worked on different projects than I did but we once took a class together and we really bonded over that class and we’ve really bonded over how effed up things are around here. It’s not a surprising thing to find one of us in the other’s office first thing in the morning so that we can commiserate. Alas, she’s gotten out and will be starting a new job that should be perfect for her. I’ll miss her ability to make me laugh in the face of such utter crap. Her last day is Friday.

One of our trainers is leaving soon too. I’m not sure of her last day yet. She and I are friendly but not commiserating buddies. At any rate, when her departure was announced, I felt a little sad and whiny for myself.  So, that was one of the reasons I took off early last Friday. Too many good people leaving and one of them isn’t me. As the better-half says, my time is coming next year. I’ll graduate in May and by then there’d better either be a job lined up or some serious prospects.

You have to wonder about the sanity of the people I work with when we all concurred that it would be wonderful if tropical storm Hanna gets to our part of the country by Friday so we can have an even more abbreviated week. I’m not sure that any of us had been at work for more than an hour when our thoughts turned to another long weekend. I realize, of course, that by wishing for a storm, it means we’ll be treated to another 10 days without power or 13 inches of rain or some other such calamity.

To prevent any more whining or doom and gloom chatter, I’m going to go downstairs and begin working on a pickled jalapeno recipe.