Today is my last day of work. I am very excited! I will miss my friends, but I’ll manage to stay in touch via email. I’ll miss the people but not the place. They are throwing me a secret (they think) going away party after work tonight. It should be a blast. I don’t think they realise how much I can drink, if they are paying! 
Yesterday, my former ill mannered boss came into my work to pick up something. He looked at me and said, “I figured you’d be in the British Isles by now”.
“I’m not leaving until September 3rd…airline tickets drop in price drop by about two hundred dollars if I wait ‘til September.”
“I guess I’ll lose my bet then”, he muttered with arms crossed and head held high.
“Bet?”
“Yeah, me and seven or eight managers and employees have a bet going…we have about two hundred dollars in the pot.”
“……”
“You know, if you don’t make it over there and come home, you’ll never ever live it down”, he laughingly mumbled whilst walking away.
My ears were glowing by this point in the conversation. How dare them to take bets on my life. That’s as bad as the nurse I used to date that took bets with doctors on who would die next!
I crossed my arms, held my head high with that wild eyed look of mine, and said, “Well, at least I have the balls to do something that they rest of you lily-livered people wouldn’t dare do”.
“Whatever.”
He huffed and puffed all of the way out the door. A mate of mine that grew up in Boston happened to witness the exchange. He bit his lip and exclaimed, “Send him to Limerick”.
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I reiterate (sp?) my Twitter comment…it takes a brave, courageous soul. I also detect jealousy in your former boss’ voice. You’re doing something he can’t or won’t do so he’s making himself feel better by belittling you. Hold your head up!
I don’t think they realise how much I can drink …
What, seven units? Do your temporary home nation proud.
Well JD the first step is taken. Now you’ve got six weeks to get your act together, find a house, find a job . . . fun for all! And I don’t think you can drink THAT much (not without falling over anyway!) … I’ve well heard of the Limerick Welcome! hehe
Sugar, thank you very…very much. As you said, he’s just jealous.
Dario, will do, sir!
Baino, falling over is not embarrassing, as it is part of the course. The puking all over one’s new trainers is the embarrassing part!