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...