Goodbye, Mary Poppins, don't stay away too long

After some maneuvering on several peoples' parts last week, it seems that SS cannot in fact keep me shackled to my desk in perpetuity, and must in fact set me free tomorrow at 6 PM. Under the terms of the agreement, she remains under the false impression that I will return to help her move, and I get out of here without having to chew any limbs off.

I am going through my process of packing away all traces of my existence from the environment. Gone am I from all computer systems, drawers, desks, and phones. I've transferred power to poor UV and made her and SS feel confident that the move is the best for all of us. SS keeps saying things like, "you're not really leaving are you? Tell me you aren't. What if UV doesn't know this or this or this?"

The answer is: I don't care! She will learn. Just as I did. I came in here with no instructions, and I've given her a wealth of knowledge. Now it is her time to shine on, crazy diamond!

My agency called to ask about upcoming assignments. In the process of talking to my boss there, I found out that everyone fully knows the dread of SS and is absolutely amazed that I made it as far as I did. "She actually said she loves you!" one staffer mused, "that's impossible!" While I agree that it is impossible because SS doesn't have a heart, I realized that they knew far more about this lady than they let on when they sent me in. I found out that one day a few years ago when they were out of temps, SS actually made the president of the temp company go in to answer her damn phones. Unbelievable.

My boss said, "if we ever have any extra movie tickets, we're sending them to you!" as if that would somehow make up for the months taken off my life by this lady. I think I have officially, after working there for six years (*shiver*), earned full street cred and have climbed as high as I can on the respect ladder at the agency. They'd better send me to a damn Disneyland job after this. I need to coast for a while.