Last day Thank-yous

First off, thanks go to my manager for giving me a lift to work today. Sleeping in and having breakfast are two luxuries which are normally incompatible for me (I normally choose sleep over breakfast).

Secondly, a thank you - and an apology - go to the absent cubicle dweller with the great window view. Thank you for not being in today man, and I apologize for loosening the back on your chair all the way - just the way I like it, which you certainly seem not to, since it was stiff as hell when I sat down - so I could lay way back all the way and close my eyes or stare at the ceiling as I worked (when I wasn't enjoying the great view out your window that is). I do apologize for making myself at home at your desk, which clearly has your name on it, and changing everything around to suit my preferences, but I can't say I'm truly sorry - I mean, it was my last day, and you have a great view. I will say, you are fiendishly clever - sabotaging your station the way you did so that any other day, when I wasn't half an hour early (after being able to sleep in and have breakfast) thanks to my manager - I would have moved on to another, but being as it was I had plenty of time to deal with the broken headset (cleverly disguised as fixed with white masking tape) and the insanely tangled phone cable. It was worth navigating your boobie traps - after all, you have a great view.

Thirdly, thanks to the dude with the corrupted user profile who needed my help in saving his 9 gig collection of ahem video game trailers (So is Prostitute Games the new title by Rockstar? Come to think of it it wouldn't surprize me). For letting me spend two hours at work laying back on my chair, talking about PC vs. Xbox for gaming, and the new Nintendo controller.

Lastly, thanks to the very cool lady with the iPod issue who turned out to be a recruiter for the U.S. Secret Service , and who halfway through the call tried to recruit me for their IT department (I am seriously not making this up - wonder if she would feel differently if she knew my online handle, but then again, though I covered my ass by telling her politics was a taboo topic, it became fairly obvious she was not a rabid Dubya supporter - any American who thinks her country should be more multicultural is A-Ok with me). Ah well, I don't have U.S. citizenship, so no dice, but it was a pleasure to spend another two hours discussing music, culture, and travel with someone who was born in Germany and raised in Hawaii. Like I told her, a perfect call to end my tenure.