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6:30 am
This is going to be my last day of being a well-paid professional for four years. Interesting.

6:42 am
I feel that a sonic screwdriver is an appropriate accoutrement for my last day at work.

8:04 am
What do you mean, I shouldn’t read while crossing the street? What am I supposed to do while crossing, juggle?

8:20 am
Steampunk co-worker: So it’s your last day. Are you bouncing up and down and squealing inside?
Brid (internally): She understands me!

9:16 am
Desk mate: Why do you pick on me so much?
Brid: You put the ‘U’ in ‘abuse’.

10:20 am
I’m pretty sure this level of excitement is not good for my health.