This is going to be my last day of being a well-paid professional for four years. Interesting.
I feel that a sonic screwdriver is an appropriate accoutrement for my last day at work.
What do you mean, I shouldn’t read while crossing the street? What am I supposed to do while crossing, juggle?
Steampunk co-worker: So it’s your last day. Are you bouncing up and down and squealing inside?
Brid (internally): She understands me!
Desk mate: Why do you pick on me so much?
Brid: You put the ‘U’ in ‘abuse’.
I’m pretty sure this level of excitement is not good for my health.