The days draw ever nearer when HardCore and Duffy will be leaving us. :(

HardCore will be done July 3rd - he got a job with the government agency which follows up complaints about employment practices, so he'll be investigating and confronting businesses about how they treat their workers, and will get to work from home when he's not actually visiting the job sites. (It amuses me that the government enforces such things in the private sector but not for their own workers.)

Duffy's application for the air traffic controller job has finally gone through (it's been at least a year, probably longer) so he'll be leaving to go to school, first, and then will be going back to California, where he went to high school (and, I think, a year of college before he got sick). He'll be reporting there August 5th, I believe, so I imagine he'll be done a few days before that - probably the last week of July.

It sucks to lose people I really like, and two within a month... bleh.

Another girl is leaving, too, but I hardly had time to get to know her. She's getting a job with a college, and somehow it's been worked out (or possibly she's just hopeful) that she'll start in housekeeping but move to Security. Apparently their campus Security gets paid better than we do and gets better benefits, as well as a considerably reduced tuition for classes. I should possibly consider this, though a government job is at least fairly stable in these uncertain times. Maybe when the economy turns up again I'll consider making such a move. Put that on my long term to do list.

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I liked jigsaw92301's entry for today. He got all four of his wisdom teeth out, an experience I had two years ago.

Famous people always die in threes, right?

All sitting around in the breakroom this evening watching Larry King talk about Michael Jackson on CNN...

Me: Is it just me or when he said how sad this was, did he seem as though he was barely keeping from laughing?
Moose: I think you're right.
Larry King: He loved people, he loved children, he loved little boys...
All: *nearly fall over laughing*
(various): Almost to a fault!
Moose: Kids, put your pants on and dial 911!
Three minutes later, Mainertoo walks into the room.
Mainertoo: What are you all still doing here? You don't want to go home, you want to see more pictures of Michael?
Moose: You missed the best part! *relates the 'little boys' line*
Mainertoo: He did not say that.
Moose: He did!
Mainertoo: He did NOT say that!
All, in chorus: He DID!

My theory is Michael just wanted to upstage Farrah Fawcett.