Another thing I won’t miss.

The papercuts.

I will not miss the dozens of papercuts on my knuckles and fingers and hands and forehead and belly button. No longer will my lime cutting abilities be impeaded by work-related injuries.

Yesterday, someone at my office came up to me (since everyone knows I’m leaving, now they all feel the need to come up and talk to me about it, so I get to expain over and over again how this was a good opportunity I couldn’t pass up and how it had nothing to do with the company and how bad I feel to leave, blah, blah, blah) and said, “What? You mean you didn’t go to school all of those years to be a secretary?”

EXFUCKINGACTLY!