Starting Over...

All Done

I actually didn't finish everything in the lab until Sunday evening. It's all done now, though.

I don't think it's really sunk in that the lab is no more. Even my goodbye lunch was uneventful I went down to said "goodbye" to my animals before I left for good Sunday night and found myself doing all my usual "puttering" (righting overturned huts, topping off water bottles, etc.). It felt very routine up until the end, which I guess made it easier to put on a brave face. I'll probably be pretty bummed in a couple of days, though.

I'm finding it very therapeutic to be able to "see the sun" during the day. Most people I know say that 3-10:30pm shifts are dreadful, but, so far I'm liking it. I've got Tues and Wed off this week too! Probably to prepare me for holiday Hell. At least it's nicer than a 9-5 locked away in a basement. It's going to suck not being able to hang with my posse on a routine basis (dinner every Friday, poker every other Thursday), but part of me thinks that I needed to mix it up a little anyway. It will just be a little more effort to keep up with them.

I woke up Monday morning in a bit of a "what have I done" panic. I've already had two "what's up" emails and one visit at the bakery counter from my former lab mates. It's nice, although it was a little awkward standing on the service side of the counter while my former collegue chatted with me from the customer side. That means moving on will mean "keep in touch" for real this time, not just saying I will the way I always have without following through. It's nice to see some effort on the other side. That's new too. I don't know if I be ready to slice bread for Dr. S. with a smile, but hopefully she won't ask me to do that anytime soon.