see ya later, woodbury

Well well well... It's my last hour and twenty-one minutes of work. Sad. But it also hasn't sunk in yet. And it's not THAT big of a deal (oh, aside from the whole panic-I'm-unemployed part), but I have been at this museum for two and a half years. For twenty hours a week. So I have basically spent roughly 2400 hours of my life in this place. (Update: My bosses just said their goodbyes to me. Weird.) Even though this will be a strange adjustment, I am not going to let it get me down because why should I? There's nothing I can do about it, so I might as well just (drum roll...) LIVE IN THE PRESENT!!! I feel as though that phrase--"live in the present"--has become quite the cliche, but it's a TRUE and WISE cliche. And so I will. And I won't worry. And I will eat pizza.