Alas, this is my last day at work, so after today I won't have any office gossip. Also, today I'm feeling wistful and affectionate towards my office collegues because I know I won't be seeing them after today. Lucky for me, one of my least favorite co-workers isn't here, which works out especially well because she's been hounding me for the website to our yardsale and frankly, it's hard letting go of our possesions, even to people I like, and I just can't stomach this woman rummaging through our stuff.
Today is particularly hard because we still don't know if we're going anywhere. And yet I'm leaving my job. Did I mention how much I like my job? After living through two years of total job disatisfaction teaching preschool special-ed, it's very hard to walk away from a job I enjoy, and that I'm good at, especially when my collegues like me and appreciate me and I like (most of) them. Sigh.
Just in case anyone is interested in what I do/did-I'm a behavior specialist for Babies Can't Wait, the Georgia early intervention program for babies, birth to three, with developmental delays. Basically, it's a special education program for babies. My job is/was to evaluate the little ones to determine if they had delays, and if they did, were the delays significant enough to qualify for the program. It's a wonderful job. I get to help people, but don't have to work with people beyond the assessment, which in some cases is a tremendous advantage, because you don't have to deal with people's ignorance or family issues. I get to help, and also maintain detached.
Has anybody besides Mark noticed that I can't spell. Sorry. That probably won't change.