So I'm sitting here, and as it turns out, today is
the last day for one of my coworkers. His wife
landed some kind of fabulous job in West
Virginia, and he's leaving us forever.

Not a huge deal; it's not like I've been best
friends with this guy for years or anything. Still,
I have worked with him for over a year and it's
a bit sad to see him go. So I made a color
photocopy of the last thing he ever signed off
on that crossed my desk and put it up on my
wall.

Tonight I have to work at my second job, which
is Burger King. I don't like working at Burger
King. They don't have internet access, and
they make you wear a hat.

I'm glad it's the weekend though. Tomorrow I
get to sleep in, and I have absolutly no plans,
so I can probably do whatever I want, after I'm
done doing all the things I should and need to
do, which will probably be by late Sunday
night.

How ironic. My coworker who is leaving forever
just left the building for the last time, and as
he did, Gloria Estefan was on the radio
singing "Don't Wanna Lose You Now." But
now they're playing Fleetwood Mac's "Hold
Me."