It’s the end of an era (as is already stated in the title of this post) and the beginning of a new era of fear. I received possibly the best going-away gift I could ever have received tonight at the Avalon when I found out that for some reason Chris was avoiding working with my in my last days and I had the pleasure of working with Laura. As expected, there was no party. Four years of work and no party. Dave was only here for two and he got a shindig (not that I really want Tony to come and eat all my pizza anyway, but its nice to know when someone cares).
I write to you now from the office womb that has been my home away from home for four long and tedious years. The night has a little more sentimentality to it than I expected. I feel like I’m in the final episode of “Friends”: you already know what’s going to happen but feel compelled to care anyway.
And so I end my final hours of oppression tonight. I will leave my key on the desk when I leave and vacate through an exit door, never to return until next Wednesday when I need to come in and pick up a paycheck. There will be no melodramatic final teary goodbyes, no surprise weddings and no babies on the way at the end of this episode. What there will be is a big gapping hole of freedom.
A friend in class asked what I planned on doing as a wild and crazy goodbye. I thought maybe I’d fill a popcorn bag full of Blue-Raspberry Slushy and throw it at the wall. Or maybe I’d start the movies at the end of the night and let them play for about 15 minutes before stopping them and leaving. Other ideas involve fire, baseball bats or hatchets. My final, lackluster decision is to take a defaced poster for “Why Do Fools Fall in Love” and putting it up to see if anyone notices. Not overly adventurous nor destructive. Oh well, the story of my life.
Posted by Brandon O at April 25, 2005 07:41 PMI'm sad now that I can't walk across main street to the theater when nothing's happening in the store to just talk with you for an hour straight. That was one the things I looked forward to most, going home.
Posted by: Sam at April 26, 2005 07:26 AMI will miss all the stories about Chris and how crappy she was. But mostly i'm just soooo excited for you! No more stale popcorn smell in the sheets and no more asking...do you have to work tonight! WOO HOO! CONGRATS MON FRERE!
Posted by: the sister at April 26, 2005 08:56 AMI'd just like to point out that, even though I am graduating and have much to do and even though I declared the blog a dead form of communication, I have posted more often than Sam in the past week or so. Eat that, diaper man!
Posted by: brandon at April 26, 2005 09:59 AM"and no more asking...do you have to work tonight!"
Ever.
Posted by: Dave at April 26, 2005 01:20 PMDave, are you making fun of me?
Posted by: the sister at April 26, 2005 01:49 PMIf he's not, he should be.
Posted by: brandon at April 26, 2005 02:53 PMActually I was trying to mock Brandon's unemployment, but I'm not that exact of a target shooter. So if you wanna pass some of the hurt along to him for me, that'd be great.
Posted by: Dave at April 26, 2005 05:13 PMOh, okay, i'd be willing to share the hurt...its spreading the wealth, only not.
As for you dear brother...the only reason you want dave to make fun of me is because you stink at comebacks and need help! HA
Posted by: the sister at April 26, 2005 07:02 PMCongrats man. Good to know the ball and chain is finally busted.
But you know, there go your chances of hooking up with Tony.......
Oh well
Posted by: thomas at April 26, 2005 08:49 PMCoincidentally, I have to read a book about french prostitutes for World Novels. One of them reminds me of Tony. Not because he's a gigalo but because he has some sort of weird and feminine motherly relationship with his lover.
Posted by: brandon at April 26, 2005 09:20 PMYou should read SONS AND LOVERS if you want to be weirded out by a gross fixation on wanting your mom...... or your mom wanting you that is
Posted by: thomas at April 27, 2005 07:44 PMThe sooner everybody learns that Freud was just the first and certainly not the best, the sooner we can all live sanely.
Posted by: Sam at April 28, 2005 10:09 AMDude - he wasn't even close to the first. Going back as far as Aristotle, everything (as they say) is about sex
Posted by: thomas at April 28, 2005 09:04 PM