I swear, today I said like.. maybe 50 or so words. And phrases like “thank you”, “excuse me” and “you’re welcome” are included with that. So I started eating candy. While studying. While being depressed and eating candy and studying. All at the same time. I’m such an awesome multi-tasker sometimes.

M: I didn’t really speak much today at all. And I just miss interaction with people beyond msn, blogs and txting.
C: Wow… I’m kinda shocked…
M: About which part?
C: That you’re tired of technology…
M: Not tired of technology, tired of only communicating with people through written word rather than verbal communication.
C: I see… So what do you want for your birthday?
M: World peace… My own island… A pony…
C: eBay’s fresh out of world peace. Anything else?
M: A jackpot-winning lotto ticket?

If your birthday was tomorrow, what kind of presents would you want?
Personally, I’m hoping to get an indigo hippopotamus with white and lavender spots. Or a medical dictionary. Or a Harvard University Medical Degree, with my name on it. Or the keys to a Mini Cooper. Realistically I’m hoping for chocolate, handcuffs and headbands. (I was joking, you don’t need to get your panties in a twist. Of course, I didn’t say which part I was joking about so… Draw your own conclusions!)

C: I’m going over to the store, do you want anything?
M: World peace?
C: Too expensive.
M: Umm… A BSc in Nursing?
C: A little cheaper, but still too expensive.
M: Skittles? Or is that too expensive too?
C: Nah, I can get those for you.
M: Thank you…
C: You’re welcome, dear.

Since I have been (madly) trying to get all my work done so that everything will be done by Friday at 4:30pm, I haven’t had a lot of time to just talk to people at work. I mean, yeah, I get work done, but I used to be able to actually take breaks throughout the day so I’m not constantly staring at a computer. So today, D came into the room and he was really tired (he has two jobs, 1 full time and 1 part time) and he just started giving me a shoulder massage while he was waiting for his documents to print after I pressed print. Which was really nice. He invited me to go paintballing with the guys again, but it’s dependent on if his wife gives him permission to go this weekend (I laughed so hard when he said that he had to ask his wife for permission first - I just thought it was hilarious).

But I did (eventually) manage to get a short break. It happened at about fifteen minutes before it was time for me to punch out, so I ended up spending the last fifteen minutes with Clay. He kept on poking me so I ended up grabbing his hand, which ended in him hugging me from behind and kissing the top of my head. Before he let me go, he asked me if I was busy on Sunday or Monday. I’m not, as far as I know, so I said that I wasn’t and he said that he was going to rearrange his shifts at his other job to have a day off in order to spend the day with me. Which I’m quite pleased about. I’m attempting not to get all worked up and happy over it though, in case it doesn’t pan out. It ended off with me turning around and going “It’s about fucking time,” before I went up on tip toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

M: You look tired… or upset.
C: Or both.
M: Well, you just got up like an hour ago, so that takes care of you being tired… But why upset?
C: It’s your last week.
M: Okay… We’ve all known this for a while.
C: Yeah, but it’s your last week.
M: It’ll motivate you to make more time for me, silly.
C: But I won’t to get to see you every day anymore.
M: So you’re going to miss little ol’ me?
C: I miss you already.
M: I’m standing right here.
C: Yeah, but I still miss you.

I have two more work days and four more projects to contend with. I got three signed off on today by a manager (who finally came back from vacation after a week and a half). I’m hoping to get two more signed off tomorrow. The other two are manuals. One is in a final-draft stage after working my tail off for the last two weeks and the other is a new manual that I got assigned at around the same time as the other one. That one has everything in order. I just need to compile it all together. In approximately fourteen work hours, give or take a few.

And speaking of only having two more days left at work… My supervisor has announced today that on my last day (read: FRIDAY) we’re going to be going out for lunch! It’ll most likely to be himself, J, my mom and myself. We’ll likely be all piling into one car and going to White Spot again. He was suggesting this pub that’s just down the street from work, but they don’t let minors in. And (unfortunately), I’m about two months away from my 19th birthday so we have to go somewhere that’s a bit more family-friendly.

I got picked up at work today (literally picked up, as in in the air, feet no longer touching the ground). It had been a while since that happened and I screamed. Like high pitched, freaking out screaming. Turned out that it was D, who wanted to get a reaction out of me (guess he got one?). He complained later that he lost hearing because of me. My reply was “Nah, in order to be able to hear, you have to actually have something between those ears.” He thought it was hilarious, even if it was an insult towards him. He tried throwing me into the water tank. Again. It has five feet high walls, it’s about seven feet across (it’s a cylinder) and it has about three and a half feet of water in it at all times. It’s supposed to be dumped out soon since we’re no longer using it at work. D thought it would be his last chance to throw me into the water tank.

I know deep down inside, they’re all going to miss me though. They just haven’t realized it yet. It’ll probably hit them a month later and they’ll be standing around, scratching their heads going “Whatever happened to what’s-her-name?”.