Closing a door to open another

So today was(is) my official two year anniversary at my first post undergraduate job. Cliche as it is, it feels like it just flew by... two years... and to commemorate this momentous occasion, I quit. Actually I wasn't planning on resigning officially today, and had been postponing the inevitable "official" resignation. Everyone in my lab knew I was leaving, but I had yet to fill out the paperwork and do the whole HR rigmarole. But, when my PI got my annual evaluation today, he figured that he would get out of checking some boxes by having me resign.

So I set my official last day for the first day of classes (to ensure insurance coverage), while my unofficial last day is 31 July 2009. I'll just eat up some vacation time to carry me through, and then cash out the rest.

I guess I can check quitting my job off that list of things to do...

I will be heading to the school region this Saturday to check out a few residences, so that is quite exciting. Hopefully by next week I will have a place to live! (YAY!) In the meantime, I have a number of online courses/training to take before 1 Aug 2009, but I have not received my logon information to take them. *That* should be interesting.

Tonight is an unofficial mixer/meetup for people in the incoming class that live in the area. Should be a great way to get a jump start on forming cliques. I can't wait!

Things are winding down in the lab for me following my PI's bombardment of "last minute, critical experiments" that suddenly appeared on my "to-do" list five minutes after he found out that I was leaving at the end of this month. I appreciate the decline in my workload as my "senioritis" has progressed to dangerously high levels of apathy. This corresponds to my belief that I may currently be transferring my last series of western blots as we speak. (Hopefully).

A little on western blots: I loathe/detest/despise/HATE them. They are the bane of my existence for a myriad of reasons that anyone who has ever done one would agree with... and today, I may have poured, run, and transferred my last gel. (excellent). Tomorrow is the simple task of blocking/probing/washing/ and visualizing followed by biweekly work-sponsored beer hour. (affectionately named beer-thirty).

I will miss this little comfortable life I have lived for the last two years, but I will admit that it has been a little *too* easy...

I can't wait for the challenge of medical school...(at least now anyway)