Joe Bob is eloping with SG, nooooo!

My favorite beruit partner SG is leaving to Lyndeboro/Boston forever, I know it. It hasn't hit me yet, or maybe I am in denial, but what am I gonna do and where am I gonna hang out after work or on the weekends!? Surely, I am gonna be depressed for a long while. What am I gonna do when SG is 500 miles away? There'll be no more talks of Red Sox nation, no more power hours, no more random ghetto mall movies, no more beer pong tourneys, no more weekend strenuous outdoors expeditions, no more random gossips about hook ups, no more evil eyes glaring at me, and gosh darn it -- not even heated games of trivial pursuit (haha).

You will be sorely missed, SG, by all of us in MD. It's all Joe Bob's fault. Good luck with the new job, you wicked cool budget analyst. I'll be waiting in spirit at the endline of the Boston Marathon cheering for ya. Let us know when you get that trailer down by the river. My cabin across the prairie, between the green valleys, next to the waterfalls will be quite welcoming when you get the chance. It has been a real fun year. Enjoy your beautiful City on a Hill. Go easy on the men. I am counting on Joe Bob to take care of ya :-)

Where the sidewalk ends...

No, I don't mean the 1950 flick. I'm having this massive guilt for leaving my job. The first time ever -- since graduating from G'burg! All my co-workers had been very kind and helpful to me these last few days. One of them is wicked pissed at me. I'm such a girl. This emotional component is the hardest. I hope my decision turns out for the best, a kind of inertia for what's next, and in making what's next worth all the trauma of getting to it.

Environmental Specialist, here I come. I hope NE District of Columbia will treat as kindly as EPA did. My last day will be tomorrow. I shall shed a tear because this sidewalk has ended, but a new concrete one shall be paved -- whether for the better is another story...