The last day before the first day of the rest of my life

(T-minus 11 days)

.......

Last Friday, January 20, was the end of my 6 year and 8 month career at TPR.

I complained about it a lot, and am still flabbergasted that I stayed as long as I did...although when you have a steady paycheck, benefits, and good friends there, time tends to get away from you.

My job there was always a "day job" to me while I pursued acting, and whenever I compared other actor-friends' day jobs to mine, my position always seemed pretty sweet. And, in retrospect, it was. However, if the education/publishing industry were my career, then this had tons to be improved upon.

Regardless, I left on Friday feeling good about myself, the legacy I left there, and--most importantly--the friendships that I am taking with me. I have learned so much about myself, other people, and the world in general from these people, and I would do it all again just for that.

I love you guys very much. I really hope you know that.

Ugh, now I'm getting weepy again.

Here are a few photos from the minutes before leaving my job at TPR and from the drink "do" afterwards.

Damaris, Me, Clayton
at my former cubicle


Me and Tracey
to whom I will forever be indebted for all her help with my upcoming kiwi adventure


The Blaus:

Greta and Jim


the ladies:
Kim C., Damaris, Donna, Me, Kim H.
(and my lovely going-away card and gift)


Heather, Me, Tracey


Mike & Me