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So I finished at work, for now at least (looks like it's going to be part-time when I get back next year, but I am secretly waiting for a divine intervention in the form of the perfect job offer) and it was a wonderful day and they showered my with leaving presents and money (you ba-utey) and I truly thought "how wonderful", and that they meant it about what an asset i'd become, and I prided myself on my growth (as a secretary... and as a person...*cue applause*), and I thought how, despite the stress and boredom and early-morning agony and weakened immune system, that I'd miss the quirkiness of the law firm that refers often to 'Notices of Potion' and 'Daffydavits', and I cleared my desk and my drawers, and I thought I hadn't left a trace on my desk or elsewhere of my messy, hopeless nature that I'd done my darndest for eight months to conceal, and that no one would be any the wiser...then on the bus home, I remembered: I FORGOT TO CLEAR MY COOKIES. nooeoooeehoooo.
Now I must look only to the future.
I arrive at LAX at 6:30am next Sunday the 25th of November.
Now I must look only to the future.
I arrive at LAX at 6:30am next Sunday the 25th of November.