End of and era

I'm not really sure what word to use: lonely or empty or cool or sad or vacation...

Today is the last day of the boiler-room-cum-sweat-shop for the summer. Alas, only one lackey is still in the room, which is quite sad after seeing the room start as a packed mad-house holding 8 interns. The advantage, of course, is that not only can I spread my stuff out all over the desk, not only is the temperature of the room 10 degrees lower than last week, but I have no need for polite office formalisms such as clothes and good language.

So here I am, cussing like a sailer and sitting in my skivies, finshing out the job that we all started. I'd like to say that we accomplished a lot, but I would want to give the MAN the satisfaction of thinking that we were tamed into doing his dirty work. maybe I have that backwards... maybe this whole summer was about fighting against the MAN and accomplishing a lot would actually be a huge blow to the MAN's enormous ego.

I'll let you, the reader, decide what happened this summer.