eight hours of, "well i'm just going to quit. i am leaving. do you know how much you screwed me?" i shudder at the visual, and i'm ready to punch her in the neck. i guess the rest of us were supposed to do what was best for her and stop being so selfish by doing what will end up being the best for us. when E came in and announced that she too put in for another job i swore it looked like her head was about to explode. well, at least now i have someone to help my share the weight of this massive guilt trip that's been coming my way for the past week now. i was too afraid to tell her that more than likely tomorrow will be my last day. that means she will have to go from doing 25% of the work to at least 75%, i feel bad leaving P alone with her now.

and speaking of tomorrow being my last day...my sister will be in town tomorrow night to help me celebrate my birthday on saturday. i'm terribly excited, well to see her not to add another year on to my age. a three day weekend, yes my birthday really is a national holiday. luigi's for pasta. a movie. pancakes. my mom's making me a cake! and i have the strangest feeling that i might be getting a dvd recorder as a gift, just call it a hunch. in all of my years on this earth i don't recall ever being surprised by my birthday giftage. i swear i don't snoop, or ask or anything, but somehow i always wind up finding out what i'm going to get before i actually open it. i'm never less grateful for any of it, it just never fails that i stumble upon some clue and two seconds later the surprise is gone.

tomorrow night is the annual birthday dinner with the work peeps, it should be exciting since D is pissed at everyone. i just have to get through eight more hours of whining and complaining tomorrow and then i'll be able to celebrate for the next three days.