Leaving

The reality that I'm leaving my current job is now sinking in with my boss.

He comes in yesterday, and gives me something to do. He wants me to write the final report for one grant relating to my project. He'll then modify it for an annual report for the other grant.

"The final report isn't due until January," I say looking confused at his request.

"I don't have time to go over it with out because of the grant deadline. And I don't want to be dealing with it after you're gone."

*sigh*

But I know he'll still try and get in touch with me after I leave about it for sure. I've seen him do it before.

Close call

I meant to post this much earlier than now. But it's still kinda funny.

My building offers phonebook recycling. Better than throwing them in the trash. In the past, I kept forgetting to bring in my old phonebooks. So I let them pile up.

Phonebook recycling is back. And since I'm going through everything to get it ready to move, I found about four phonebooks that I don't need since I'm moving out of the area. Figured I'd throw them in the car Saturday and make a quick detour to work and drop them off.

My building is about a block away from the closest parking lot. The hospital parking garage is closer. But I don't want to drive through a garage, and I don't want to carry the phonebooks a block. There is a small street that feeds into a loading dock. The street leading up to the loading dock is signed with several "No Parking" signs.

I don't want to go into the loading dock since I don't have a lot of view backing up due to a full car. So I park right next to a "No Parking" sign. I'm just running in the phonebooks and leaving. And the parking nazis don't work weekends, so what can possibly go wrong parking there in five minutes?

Run the phonebooks in, grab my iPod from the lab, and run back down. My heart sinks when I see a UAPD car behind my car.

"Crap," I think (or something along that line). My mind begins to wonder if a UAPD cop can give me a ticket when that job usually falls to the parking nazis.

So I meekly get into my car and three point turn it out of there. The cop doesn't follow. Instead he takes the spot that I just vacated.

I got back on the main road out of town. Once on the interstate, I laughed a bit at the situtation.