July 21, 2003 - 9:11 p.m.

I gave my five week notice today at work. Went rather well, except for serious lack of Hugh Grant (it is my firm opinion that every woman must have the opportunity to give a notice to Hugh Grant, and be treated as Sandra Bullock in return). I asked The Boss for a few minutes of his time for private conversation. Went as follows:

Me: "Umm, when were you planning on training _____ to be a technician?"

The Boss: "Well, I don't fucking know.... Maybe October or November..."

"Yeah. Umm. You might wanna start a little sooner than that. Let's say...oh...now. As I will not be with you for much longer."

And then the tears flowed like a faucet. I told him all about how broke I was and had an opportunity to reduce my rent by half and have more income. I told him that I loved him very much and thought of him a a father. I thanked him for all the wonderful things he had done for me, including sending me to school to be certified and footing the whole bill.

The Boss got a little sniffle-y and said that I was welcome and he only wished he could do more. He wished me luck in everything, and promised me the best of recommendations. I also offered to do Per Diem work if I had free time, and cover future holidays and maternity leaves if possible. He was very grateful.

Then he chewed my ear off for half an hour regarding everything but me and my new life. Golf, his daughter, his car, his wife....blah blah blah. Then I went to break the news to my colleagues. I think we will all survive.

I am just so excited! On Friday I go with Liz and Dan to check out the house and measure for curtains. Then Dan and I will get a post office box. How exciting is that?

I just still have to tell my landlord via certified mail. I love my landlord. I have a strange feeling I will spend all of August in tears. Oh well. One must leave love behind to be with new love, I think.

Let me just take some time to express my feelings on the subject of my birth control pills. On my recent visit to the gynecologist, we decided I should switch my prescription for Ortho Tri-Cyclen to Ortho Cyclen, in hopes that the monophasic hormones would balance out my uterus's ability to paralyze me when Aunt Flo comes to town. This delights me mostly because Ortho Cyclen is available in generic, and reduces my monthly co-pay from $25 to $10. All is fabulous, or so it appears. The generic packaging for the new pills is just a piece of cardboard with the pills glued in with a plastic cover. And these fucking things do not like to come out. After 10 minutes of excessive cursing, I finally had to grab a steak knife and cut the goddamn pill out. This sucks. And the worse part of it all is that the case is a navy blue strip of faux suede with a little pocket that rips easily. No more cool plastic dispenser that one can doodle fun little notes to oneself on.

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