I'm having a hell of a morning, thanks to various allergies and whatnot. I got into work an hour late this morning (what are they gonna do, fire me? Oh, wait, they already did that), but the upside of being late is that traffic had thinned out considerably by the time I got to the expressway so the drive in was rather pleasant. Except for all of the sneezing and not being able to see through my watery eyes. Anyway.

The questions have started. Apparantly they've started passing a farewell card around the department for me, so people are finding out I'm leaving, but they don't know the circumstances. So they keep congratulating me and asking me where I'm going. I keep saying "Heck if I know!" I'm not supposed to talk about the circumstances, but I think a couple of people put 2 and 2 together and figured out I'm not leaving voluntarily, so maybe it'll get around the office grapevine and people will stop being so damn cheery and inquisitive about my exit. Oh, and Thursday we get to have cake and ice cream to celebrate my departure. That's awfully kind of them. Careful, don't slip in that puddle of sarcasm there.