Thank goodness that's finished

[redbird]

I will probably never set foot in Port Washington again in my life. This is just fine with me: there's not much there, other than the job-too-far-from-me and the possibility of adopting another cat (and julian_tiger is quite enough in that regard).

Still, my last day wasn't bad, in large part because I knew it was my last day. And because a few other people knew: one of them, Mary Beth (one of the copy writers) brought in home-made brownies to say goodbye. The card she gave me said "Vickie," but (a) as I posted to statements, if you bring me home-baked brownies, I don't care how you spell my name, and (b) she'd never seen my name written out. Proofreading initials all our work, so she knew I was "VR", and she knows I'm Vicki because she's heard it often enough, but that doesn't carry spelling information. They're good brownies, and I brought several home to share with cattitude.

I called my mother this morning, to tell her I'd quit before she got the news from here or from my aunt Lea. Mom told me I'd made her day.

Now I am going to sleep late for a few days, and then look for another job. (Not only do I need and deserve the rest, but a well-rested redbird will write better letters, and interview better.)