It was kinda of odd walking into my managers office and handing him my letter. Never had to do that before. I was expecting him to show me the door, you know. Every where else I had worked, at the time you gave your notice you were walked to the door and told your personal effects would follow. But not here, he even asked if I could push back my last day. I had planned in June to take two days off this week, and he wants me to stay two more days to make up for those. Can you get an idea why I'm not two sad to leave this place?
The next job is a Perl Programmer with Customer support duties. I'm looking forward to it. The customer base is internal and seems to be like all other financial industry customers I have dealt with in the past. The perl is hard-core, and will surely force me to become a better programmer than I already am.
On a completely different note, this past weekend I went on a one-day bus trip to and back from Columbus, OH (8hrs one way) to watch the Chicago Fire get embarassed by the last place team in the conferance. We fielded our second and third string players and lost 2-6, after giving up a 2-0 half-time lead. Yeah, I know we had the season championship already wrapped up, but still there's pride to play for.