Today is my last day of work at my current client, though not at my current job. (btw, I’m still waiting for word on that). I was commenting to a friend that it was sad that I was leaving, but not tooooo sad. And in my head, I hear my baby sister Abby yell, "But not THREEEEEEE sad.” Like she always used to when I was a toddler with her.

But seriously, it is sad leaving.  This was one of the first projects where I built something entirely on my own and delivered it to the client. So if things go as usual at this client, someone will be using that app for the next 20 years! It’s feels nice leaving that behind me.

Last night I went out to one very plastic place in the OC. Javier’s in Newport Beach.  This was for one of my project roll off parties. Company sponsored. Normally, Orange County is NOT what it’s portrayed as on TV. The majority of the OC really is just a bunch of upper middle class republicans with a 9-5 job and three kids. The kids all go to little league and the parents all go to Starbucks for morning coffee. Maybe that’s just the part I see. But going out to a place like Javier’s is the OTHER/Smaller side of the OC that is just huge boobs and undernourished 30-40 somethings with shockingly blond hair hanging off the side of 50-60 somethings with potbellies, big arms, and the Ferrari 458 Italia parked outside.