I am semi-obsessed with Forensic Files on Court TV. I think this is a holdover from my youth; my mother was an avid mystery reader. I don't think she would've been into true crime, she was much more compassionate than I. Regardless.( This show just grossed me the fuck out, and my entire job is cutting up bits of diseased and dead people. )
Work was slow today. Four more days to go. If I didn't know better, I would swear that Dr. Turtlehead didn't even realize I was leaving, he hasn't said a single word. I had a chat with Frank last week and he was very supportive - told me he didn't regret any of the training they gave me, said he completely understood why I had to leave, hoped I would stay on per diem and possibly come back some day down the road (i.e., when Maria is gone) as a superisor/manager. He suggested I look into an MBA, which is an avenue I hadn't thought about at all. But he said he really thinks I have what it takes to be a good supervisor.
My landlord got a new puppy (to go with the three year old dog she already has). So tempting to ask her how she'd feel about me getting a puppy, but I really shouldn't. Still. So cuuuuuuuuuuute.
Blah blah blah. I'm boring. You?