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Aug 22, 2008 21:19

So okay--that day I told you about? The wedding rehearsal, right after my exit interview, and me falling all over myself to hurry home and get out of my uniform?

That was the last day in my beloved clip-on tie. Last day as a Double Agent. The managers "gave me two paid weeks vacation" and blocked me from ever doing my job ever again. I cried two weeks later as Paul and I cleaned out my bug to get it turned in to the G-wood Best Buy for the new guy taking my place (who, subsequently, totaled my beloved 2008 VW bug last week, tyvm). I claim that I totally wouldn't have cried had it not been for one little thing. I found the burned CD that Paul had given me just before we started dating--Chicago's Greatest Hits. It's what set me off. My life was altered thanks to my job as a DA; if it hadn't been for my assignment to Greenwood, Paul and I never would have met again. I started blubbering about all I loved that I was giving up.

Oh, there's SO much more I've been too proud to post about...
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