my last day of work was thursday, and one of the girls bought me a giant cookie. if there's one thing i don't get, it's the giant cookie. (i suppose i should say, if there's one other thing i don't get- the giant cookie wouldn't be numero uno on the list of incomprehensibles; it would be somewhere after the simultaneous wearing of socks and sandals. also, the $1.98 jesus candles at the mexican grocery store.)

the big cookie is much too large to fit into a glass of milk, and it also never tastes as good as a regular cookie. it is, however, quite popular with the "someone-at-the-office-is-going-away-or-having-a-baby-or-celebrating-a-questionable-holiday crowd," and this forces the question of why just make the cookie big? what about giant donuts? cupcakes the size of a microwave? m&m's that could squash a human face?

i accepted the cookie graciously, of course, because i'm not one to lead a dead gift horse to water, if you know what i mean. everybody also signed a card. one of the ladies wrote her message in polish. really, it could say anything. my sneaking suspicion is that it reads, "what kind of retard throws a full cup of coffee into the trash?" i'll admit, i have been known to make a few messes.

i also got yellow roses, yellow being the color of friendship. it's also the color of a certain fever, the phone directory for businesses, and a certain submarine. ah, symbols can be so cryptic.

it feels surreal. i worked 6 years for that company. if you do the math, that's a quarter of my entire life. it's bewildering.