And so it begins

Operation "Two Week Notice" -
Stage 1: Supervisory Position: SUCCESS
Stage 2: H.R.P.: PARTIAL SUCCESS - Delivery Successful, however not to the more knowledgable person.

And so it begins...
I could count the hours: 79.5 hours.

In other news, I did not see Hitchhiker's Yet, so anyone who spoils for me will be severely beaten.
I will be going Wednesday to see it instead :D

*sigh*

I have a friend, Dave, from Buffalo. Dave is one of my best friend. We've been friends since.. well, since we were kids, but especially so since I came back home to Buffalo, so for the last 9 years.
Dave's health isn't great. He's got Crone's Disease (sp?), which has him in and out of hospitals far too often for me and makes him unable to digest certain things.
He went back into the hospital on Friday. It was the only down note for the day (given what else happened Friday). I called mom to tell her about the offer letter and she gave me Dave's hospital number and told me to call. I called, he was in for the same old and he was.. upset.
I just called today and they're going to have to put him on the bag. I don't know the technical terms, but basically his colon has more holes than swiss cheese and they're going to have to.. put him on the bag. He's depresseed. I don't blame him. I feel really bad for him. He can live an otherwise normal life: he can marry, have children, go do a job he enjoys, but it means he's going to lose the ability to do certain things (I'm not sure what yet.)
Luckily for him, and for those of us who love Dave, he's got some kick ass friends and an even kick assier fiancee who told him, amusingly, that she did not fall in love for him for his intestines (*amuse*).
Still.. I am sad for him.
It's true that this is the end of the line and, with the bag, he should not be in the hospital any more for this, but... poor Dave :(