Two

Two weeks, two weeks,
the Cape-Freak(*) cried
'till freedom is at hand!

I've waited days, nights,
hours long
rubber ducks and marching bands!

-From "Two Weeks, The Cape-Freak's(*) lament"

The above is an excerpt from the beginning of a, somewhat nonsensical, poem that a friend wrote in response to a complaint from me, via e-mail, that there were still two weeks to go in my second co-op term (the job was terribly dull). So, now, when I'm two weeks away from a transition, I sometimes like to quote it. I'll have to see if I can dig out the full version from my e-mail archives... if I still have them somewhere.

In any case: two.

Freak Out,
-TFitC

(*) Replacing my real name with my internet alias

Wark! Wark!

It's official now - I've submitted my "two weeks" notice at work. I put that in quotation marks as it's really a month-and-a-half notice, so as to give them hopefully sufficient time to get a good start on finding a replacement before I leave. My end date is Dec 5, which will give me about 4 weeks off before starting in on my PhD, depending on when exactly classes start.

And that, as they say, is that.

Freak Out,
-TFitC