The end of an (frustrating, confusing, wasteful) era

Today's my last day. It's been seven months. My problem-solving skills have regressed to a high school sophmore level. I'm not looking for a celebration - I just want it to be over.


It's also the final day for one of the VP's. The alcoholic one. They've planned a Fanueil Hall pub crawl from the Purple Shamrock to the Bell in Hand.

The biggest problem I face today is figuring out how to carry my Far Side desk calendar and LA Times Crossword of the Day desk calendar in my jacket along with my ipod and book on the coldest day on record.

I think I'll use my pockets.

-t