My Last Week

Today was the start of my last week at work. This will have been the longest that I have been affiliated with any organisation. Six years. Quite a long time I'm sure you'll agree. University was just three years. Even Secondary school was only five.

The plan for this week is as follows:

• Tonight and Tuesday - start packing properly, figure out if we need to go to REI to buy any more funky gadgets (I think we need another set of plastic cutlery as we seem to have lost all but the knife of one of our sets).
• Wednesday morning - I vroom up to Irvine Subaru and leave my Subaru there. Marius from work kindly meets me there and gives me a lift to work (he lives near the Subaru dealership you see). I cross my fingers that they will sell the car before we leave the US. Either way they will wire the money to my account, so it's not a big deal.
• Wednesday evening - David (who I used to work with) picks up Emily and I and we go to his apartment to watch Season 3, Episode 4 of Lost. I take with me Episode 3 that I downloaded using BitTorrent and have burnt to CD (Emily sold the TV to one of her coworkers today).
• Thursday morning - People from Allied Pickfords turn up and pack up our stuff and take it away. The shipping insurance required that their packers do the packing. Fine by me. We had a man out a few weeks ago to do an estimate for the shipping. I am nervous that they will inflate the price at the last minute.
• Thursday evening - Go out in downtown San Diego with Emily and her coworkers for her leaving do.
• Friday - last day at work for us both. Not sure what happens. Emily picks up a rental car from San Diego airport (her offices are pretty close to it).

I do not know what we're going to do next weekend. We are not flying until the Tuesday, so have some spare time. We were talking about going to Vegas but I'm not sure we can justify it. Might have to work on a justification.

Once we've handed in the keys to the apartment and dropped off the rental car at LAX we will have no keys between us. I've always had keys, since I was 14. So the thought of wandering with a keyring that only has a bottle opener on it feels kind of strange, but a good strange.