Watch out! It's my last day at work

I just got back from my going away lunch at the Moon Glo. Good times. After eating most of a burger literally the size of my face (with onions) and deep fried cauliflower, I decided I needed a breath freshener. As I turned the corner on my way to the overpriced snack machine to purchase on overpriced Starburst, I banged my wrist on the water fountain. "Ow!" I exclaimed, more as a reflex than a reaction to pain (because it didn't even hurt). I had hit my watch actually and felt the crystal to see if I'd cracked it again (I don't how it happened the first time). Lo and behold, the whole crystal was punched out of it. Shattered. Smithereens. One little piece was hanging on by the 12, but I took it out so I wouldn't cut myself.


Well, crap. I love this watch. It's a Fossil watch that I bought a few years ago for $5 at a garage sale. It looks kinda like this.

Boo hoo.

What a finale. I feel so weird. I've been saying goodbye and giving out hugs but haven't even shed a tear. Not like me - I'm a cryer. It just doesn't feel real to me. I feel like I'm wrapping up loose ends before taking a long weekend. I hope my co-workers don't think I'm cold-hearted. I guess I'm just taking my grief out on my accessories. Next I'll lose an earring or swallow a gold tooth or something.

Farewell my diligent, courageous, mighty, goodhearted, awesome co-workers. Goodbye to the ones I don't like that much. Adios to the folks whose names I never knew and whose jobs I never understood. Godspeed whatsyourname.

A Case of the Mondays

This has been a weird day. The kids returned to school after spring break none too happy. I remember being excited about the countdown to summer, but they're in a funk. One of Easel's friends lost her father over the break. The family had gone to Florida and her dad and brother went into the water to help some people in distress. Everyone made it back OK except the dad.

Also, a triple homicide in the town in which I work took the life of a former co-worker's 18 yr old daughter. I didn't much care for the former co-worker and, by all accounts, the daughter's tragic end was not much of a surprise given her history, but still. A sad day.

Now that I've brought y'all down... the Canada update. I got my report back from CPS stating "No Priors." Why do they go to the trouble of having you print a label telling them where you want it sent (the Nova Scotia Board) if they have no intention of sending it? I'll send it myself tomorrow I guess.

... so I am looking for a place to stay for two months or so in Nova Scotia until the rest of the family joins me. I emailed a couple of folks I saw in the classifieds and one looks kinda promising. I would be sharing a two bedroom apartment with a guy I don't know - is that weird? My friends up there are doing a drive-by tomorrow just to see from the outside if I should even keep emailing. If it doesn't look too bad I'll call him and get more info.

It's awkward since I need to size this guy up without benefit of my phrenology tools, namely being able to analyze the bumps on his skull. I suppose I'll have to ask questions. Like if he has pets, if he's a smoker, what kind of hours he keeps, what he does for a living. I could ask him one of those random questions the blogger asks you in your profile. What do you, my blogging community, suggest I ask?