Take this job and.....

Well, I'm done. Finito. Ok, almost. I still have to return to campus 3 more times for the class I teach, but given that's only once/week, I'd say that's not so bad. I put an auto-reply "I don't work here anymore" message on my email, recorded the same thing on my voicemail, and I'm essentially relieved of most former job stuff.

My students have been super-cute. On Monday there was a 3-hour send-off when students could stop by for pizza & ice cream and say good-bye. I got gorgeous pink roses and a picture of the group that I will proudly display in any office I have from here on out. It wasn't quite as emotional as the day I told them I was leaving, but it was still kind of a tough day. I'm pretty terrible at good-byes anyway (I'd much prefer just to leave a letter and go), so doing it over and over again started to wear on me.

People keep asking me if I feel less stressed now that I'm done with my job. The answer is no. No, no, no, no. Remember, I quit my job so that I could actually get my grad school work done, but since I had to give 30 days notice....well, let's just say that I continued to fall waaaay behind in my classes. So no, there was no day of rest to celebrate. Ok, I admit it, I slept in and then watched an hour of TV in bed, but after that, I was up and working all day. And cleaning--our house has become unbearable even for me. I took a break to meet the fiance for a beer after he got out of school, and then came home to keep working. Now the entire house is asleep and I'm rattling off this blog entry because quite frankly, I'm tired of working! Talk to me next week and I think by then I'll feel caught up.