Everything is official, pretty much. At least, the things that possibly could be official are semi-official. Kind of.

I got the job, after a day of serious drama last Friday. First they turned me down for the job, because of a tiny criminal act on my part back in 1997, and they made me feel like I total ex-con freak. Then later that day they reversed that decision, largely because the head of the office where I'm going to work is close to the president of the whole company and she wants me to work there, and she gets what she wants. So on Tuesday I gave my just-less-than two-weeks notice at this butthole of a job. It seriously is a butt, a big old smelly one. They are taking 2/3 of my last paycheck because I owe them back from vacation time I took, but didn't deserve, along with tuition reimbursement from last February. I actually owe them another $1200 on top of that but, will they see that money? No. They'll get what I feel I owe them: 2/3 of my last paycheck.

So now I have to make it through four and a half more days of work. Next Thursday is my last day, then I'll have a three-day weekend, then I start my new job on the 18th. I am as excited as I could possibly be for a new job; I really do think this will be at least interesting work, if not exactly the career I would have chosen for myself.

This weekend we're going down to Annapolis again for yet another wedding. Another Johnny reunion will take place, just a little calmer this time; it won't be manic or TOO drunken, though there will be manic drunks in attendance. It will be nice to be able to spend some time with people instead of hurrying through a ten minute conversation so that you can catch up with the twenty-seven other people you haven't seen in five years and won't see for another five. Eric and I are staying with Meghan and Patrick, which Leslie thinks is a bad idea b/c she says Meg will get drunk and emotional about not yet being engaged. Then again, Leslie still hasn't forgiven Meghan for sleeping with her ex-boyfriend seen years ago, before any of us even knew that Leslie existed. Anyway. It will be a nice, relaxing weekend I think. Serious sushi dinner at Joss tomorrow night, at least. Yum. Too bad I'm totally broke. Suck.

I have all of my stuff packed up at my desk, it is going into the trunk of my car this evening and then will sit there until next week, when I have to turn my car in. Funny thing is, the desk doesnt look much different than when I was actually supposed to be doing work. Know why? Because I never do anything at this job, because it is a boring piece of crap.

On Monday we went to a friend's house to watch fireworks on their roof deck. This was a guy I had gone to the Junior Prom with back in like 1992. Now he's married and has a baby and friends with babies, so Eric and I were the only unmarried, babiless couple there. It was great. The house was really nice, and baout five blocks from where we live; E & I randomly ran in to Josh and Stacy last Friday at the Live 8 sound check, before the rainstorm soaked us.

Well it's now time for lunch.