Two Weeks' Notice

Oh yeah, the angels are singing. I just finished writing my letter of resignation, you see. No more crazy watching for me. Hurrah!

Well, sorta. I'm actually working one last day: tomorrow. But tomorrow is Easter! Yes, yes, it is. But my family sucks and we don't do anything. Ditto for just about every other holiday. :-( Oh well, working gets me holiday pay. $13/hour, oh yeah! That will help replenish the bank account, especially after Jamie's and my shopping spree last weekend.

So no more Mercy, oh the joys! That means:

1. I will no longer return home smelling like old person and/or homeless person nastiness.
2. My new tennis shoes will not get peed on like the last pair did. Darn you, Elmer!
3. No more contact precautions. MRSA and HIV+? Oh boy, I hit the lottery tonight!
4. My voicemail gets a nice vacation since the only messages I ever get are from work.
5. I do not have to ignore said voicemails anymore.
6. No more dirty old man patients hitting on me. Or proposing... Norm. -vomits-
7. Speaking of vomit... no more vomit! Well, until camp at least. Little kids like to vomit.
8. Freedom! No more being held hostage past my off time when my relief is MIA.
9. I get to spend my summer researching with Dr. Rita instead of watching crazies, woo!
10. Three glorious weeks of nothingness before said research starts. Oh yeah.