FRIENDS DON'T LET FRIENDS BLOG DRUNK

So I've had a bottle of champagne and a bottle of wine tonight. It is a celebration of being done with one job, and embarking on another. Which is kinda weird, cause I had all these "bad feelings" about leaving my old job, which isn't that old cause I've only been there five months. But I've met a lot of cool people, had a lot of fun, and been appreciated at that job. So leaving it, when people are saying nice things about me, is hard. Cause I'm a total whore for people who say nice things about me.

What's really weird though is that it really isn't my last day. I'm going in Monday to "wrap some things up" for a ridiculously high "contract fee." I wanted a week off so I could prepare for my new job, and here I am jeopardizing that free week by going into my old job because I'm not quite ready to let go yet.

Oh I'm ready to let go of some things, like Sharon, and the cheering, and the praying (yes, the CEO prays often for George W., which I find futile.) But still, a part of me lingers.

I guess breaking up is always hard to do, whether it is a job, or a man. I've never had a situation where I've had two jobs I wanted at the same time though, or two men I've wanted at the same time. My life is just normally not that blessed. So now that I have two jobs that want me, I find myself really wanting to be a whore, and not having to choose. And I kinda resent that I have to be an adult and make that choice.

I guess that's where the wine and champagne comes in.