New York has now become an obsession: I've listened to Empire State of Mind and New York, New York more than any other song.

Crap.

These next two weeks would feel weird:  It's the homestretch, kind of like my last two weeks of school except I get money for it.  No, I'm not working only for the money because if that were the case, I would want to work somewhere else without a college education, and as we know in today's society doesn't fly.  (Open for debate.)

I don't know what to do for this stretch run.  There's always these bounds of professionalism that I always have to follow, but it doesn't seem like it.  I've been telling my co-workers that I'm leaving in two weeks.  Doing that doesn't seem so professional because, well, it's like bragging ninety-nine percent of the time, and I really, really hate "bragging" about these kind of things, and I really do think that it's straight up unprofessional without any reason to back it up besides my state of thought, whatever it is.

There's a certain thrill in following decorum, but if I don't even know what the proper decorum is for certain situations, then how do I learn?

On the fly?  Sure.  I've done it a lot of times, but I don't think I can do this one on the fly.

That's fine, I guess.  I'll do it that way, get scolded for a second and life moves on, I really don't know.