Your co-worker sucks, Ellen.
Did you eat something interesting, welby, or is this a spontaneous nasty illness?
I’m glad your shoulder’s improving, bob.
Today is laundry, then kitchen cleaning, then work for six hours. Then I come home and collapse until tomorrow’s all day Sew-A-Thon. I think I should eat ice cream for lunch. I deserve it.
Oh, and [gt], we finished Firefly on Monday, and I’m all sad. It’s over! On the other hand I’ve just got three more people hooked on it by lending them the disks.
The beautiful thing about that show is you never get tired of the fifteen episodes you have. I could watch “Jaynestown” every day and never stop laughing at the look on Simon’s face when he sees that statue. 
Well, I used to make the drive from Charleston SC to Virginia Beach a lot. And alone. And I had to stop off and eat, right? So I might as well try this place. But the food was bad, and there were no women I thought were attractive. But one stop is not a good representative sample. So I tried it a couple times over two years. Neither (dancers nor food) ever got any better.
So I wouldn’t call it a lot.
There was (maybe still is) one of those places along I75 in Cordele, GA. They used to have a big billboard that said “We’re Butt Naked!” just before the exit but the billboard went away, that’s why I’m not sure if the place is still there or not. Anyways, anybody coming down I75 to the swampcave got directions that said “take the second exit after the butt naked sign” for a couple of years before it went away. I just loved giving those directions.
I used to see that sign on my way to visit the relatives in Florida. Always gave me a laugh.
I’m DONE! And I’m home, back in Jersey. Coming home always just feels right. I look at some of my friends, who don’t have much of a home to go back to, and apart from feeling bad for them, I always realize how grateful I am to have a family like I do. 
But yeah, last night I took my last final. It was for my graduate physics course, Methods of Theoretical Physics, where we were each given a small box of Lindt truffles.
And at the conclusion of the test, a group of about a dozen virile 20something male physics students walked out of the room in a daze, the realization slowly dawning on their faces that they had all been brutally and viciously raped by a diminutive middle aged female physics professor.
I think my classmate said it best. “Someone just fucked me in the ass and then gave me a box of chocolates. I must be a cheerleader.”
Fortunately my other 4 classes are confirmed As, so a B in this course (which I’m still thinking I have) won’t kill me.
rifty, (yes, I’m going with the concensus) you reminded me of the very far off time when I’d come home for the holidays from college. It was really special. Now that home is long ago sold and the folks are in assisted living and they come to my house. Enjoy it while you can!
Well, I gave them my 2 week notice today. It was tough to do…
Now look, it’s an established fact that I am one nosy bear. I must have details.
Uh, Seasons Greetings there, boss! And just to show you my holiday spirit, I’d like to present you with this little token of my esteem, otherwise known as my letter of resignation.
Which means you certainly didn’t have to pass the Plaza with four shopping days left.
I may be doing this sometime in the next six months (assuming I can get a job out in the Minneapolis area). Do people actually write letters to give to their bosses? What do you say in those? Besides “I’m leaving because blah, blah, blah” what does the letter include? When I’ve left jobs before, I’ve just had a little chat with the boss and told them the news, no written statement involved.
I haven’t exactly hid that I’ve been interviewing, have I?
One of the places I interviewed with around Veteran’s Day gave me an offer, contingent on the successful re-competition of their contract with the Coast Guard. They won it; I got a firm offer last Friday for a whole buttload of money, and I’m supposed to start 2 weeks from today.
It’s the same position that I’ve been chatting with Sean about my becoming a Southsider, 'cuz it’s on his side of the James River…
I submitted this…
Change of plans - let’s hear it for spontaneity!
FCD called this afternoon and told me his boss is giving him Thursday off. My supervisor had just left, but I’ve got leave on the books and nothing critical in my In box, so I left a note to Cathy, edited my time card, and left till next week. Tomorrow, I have blood drawn and wait for the furnace guy, and pack. We talked about leaving tomorrow night, but I’m going to suggest we just get up early on Thurs and drive straight thru. It’ll safe us the cost of a hotel at the very least.
So I’ll be posting a bit tomorrow, then probably not again till the 28th. Try not to miss me! I’d give you my cell number, but I can’t have all those traumatic, tearful calls all hours of the night.
Woohoo, Bobbio! <flinging confetti with wild and reckless abandon>
Short, sweet, and to the point. I like it. Congratulations on your new job, Bob.
Yes. Keep it simple, sweet, no complaints, nothing. Should be one short paragrahp, just like Bobbio. And sign it. And keep a copy!
My GF did this when she left the restaurant where she worked. We discussed putting in the reasons, saying that she enjoyed working there, etrc etc, but in the end went with
Name Today’s Date
Address
Dear Boss-Who-Keeps-Cutting-My-Hours-and Giving-Me-The Worst-Shifts {okay, we used her real name};
This is written notice that I am leaving your employment. My last day of work will be (date two weeks from today.)
Signed,
Sean’s GF
On review, pretty much the same as Bob’s.
Have a good trip, FCM. I’m guessing 10-1/4 hours on the road for your trip. (What, we did start a betting pool on how long they’ll take to get to Ocala, right?)