Today is my last day at work. I planned to write something oh-so-damn-humorous by referencing “Lastday” in the 1976 film, Logan’s Run. Yeah, I gotta be honest here, I haven’t seen Logan’s Run in ages, and I’m pretty sure I would screw up a reference to it. I know, it’s a bit of 1970’s pop culture and I’m usually pretty good at that kind of thing.
All right; I’ll give it a shot. Um, let’s see: My crystal is glowing? No? OK, how ’bout, Michael York is picking me up and we’re stopping by Farrah Fawcett’s place to have fish and plankton and sea greens and protein from the sea? That sucked too? Well, the hell with it; I’ll just try to find some Sanctuary and work on my Peter Ustinov impersonation.
OK, hopefully you’re both still with me. As I stated, today is my last day at work. I’ve had this job for almost five years, so I’ve managed to get attached to the people I work with. It’ll be tough to leave that. They did get me a card though, so that was nice.
But the best part about the last day of work? The big cookie…definitely the big cookie. What, there’s no cookie?
I knew these people hated me.