sorry you're leaving...but thanks for staying.

I had my "farewell to Mikey get together" this past Friday. A real treat. Good conversation and beers on tap. A bit of pizza and two jugs of margarita.

Needless to say the farewell fared...very well. The get together morphed into a bunch of laughs which, then turned into a party, which ended with wall climbing and tab settling via card charging.

Spending money while you're dribbling yourself into a drunken stupor seems quite reasonable at the time. But it's blood-sweating horror the next morning. Trying to remember if, when you signed the merchant reciept, you could tell the difference between a 4 and a 6...and how many numbers followed. Oh how many numbers!!!?

But I'm happy it all happend. It got me worried about money, which is good, seen as though I'll be transitioning jobs. So today I went into work and pitched the whole..."what am I going to get paid this month because I have rent to pay and cats to feed and..you know...stuff."

So the boss said..."work this week and I can pay you half a month plus leave days."

I'm still going to have to take it easy...even though I need new shoes and I'm wearing a hoody I don't actually own. Always confirm this stuff early. The sooner the better. Even before the farewell piss up (especially before the farewell piss up).

So, 4 days of working my bollocks to the carpet, then a week of lying around and scratching my ass...then finishing the last week feeling nervous and anxious to make good first impressions at the new job.

...It's going to be an interesting July.