Less than 24 hours. This is my last day at work, albeit a half day. Yesterday I said goodbye to the production gals, which pretty much caused the reality of my departure to set in. It was sad, but nice. After work, the engineers and management all went out to Parker’s Smokehouse for eats and drinks for a going away deal for me. Kind words were said, and there was plenty of reminiscing. Now pretty much all that is left is packing up my stuff, a couple exit interviews, and a good number of goodbye’s. Weird.
Lynne made the point that after Saturday, “The Andrew Chronicle” is no longer an appropriate title. Therefore, I will be taking suggestions for a new, non-single, title for my xanga.
Speaking of Saturday, is that tomorrow? Evidently it is. What can I say? I don’t even know what I think. It’s all a haze–I’m just waiting to wake up a married man lying next to my beautiful wife on a boat in the Caribbean with the sun twinkling in the window. No, she didn’t make me say that, but I’ll be interested to read this in 7 years. I promise myself I will not be one of “those guys”. The coworker that says: “Don’t do it!” or “There’s still time to get out of it” or “The spawn of Satan” in reference to his children, and finally: “You’ll see”.
So, in my final blog words as a single man, I have a few words of advice:
Never get married, move, and switch jobs all at the same time
Always RSVP on time
Just Fuckin’ go to Vegas!
Absolutely Andrew 
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