Today is my last day at work. I've been working here for over 18 months now, and today I'll ride my bike home for the last time (um, no tears will be shed on that account, I can assure you). One of my co-workers brought in a chocolate cake and later this afternoon, when we eat it, I may shed tears over it because it looks so very delicious.
On Monday, I got an email from a doctoral student in our department asking me to TA for a class she is teaching this fall. Not only is there a stipend associated with it, but the school will also pay for part of my tuition. As you can imagine, I said yes. I was a TA at BYU for several different classes and the most I ever got paid was a whopping eight dollars an hour. So this is a step up.
Bart is right in the thick of orientation for his graduate program and on Monday night I went with him to a social of sorts, held at a very nice bar downtown. Kayla asked if I wore a cocktail dress. I told her no, I wore jeans, and in this I felt completely justified as one of the appetizers was mini-corndogs. I think it's a good rule of thumb that, if there are corndogs at the venue, jeans are appropriate. (Granted, you can wear jeans to basically any event or venue in Austin and be dressed just fine). In the bar's defense, they were really good corndogs. I ate at least six of them.
Tomorrow we leave for San Francisco (as usual Kristi and her dangerous dogs of doom will be patrolling the house, so don't even bother attempting to break in and steal our three season collection of Remington Steele). I've done the laundry, printed our boarding passes, and fiddled our itinerary practically to death. I can't wait for this trip.
Life right now is just so very very good.