My last day at Vanity Fair, the womens underwear people, not the magazine, was Thursday the 8th.  I only worked there for about 5 months or so but I had really grown close to the people in my department.  It was hard to leave even though I was ready to go.  To celebrate my last day the department took me to lunch which I thought was very thoughtful.  We went and had mexican at a place called Tara Humatra.  Great mexican food if you are ever in the area of Windward Parkway and Windward Plaza.  If you get the chicken, be on the lookout for bones.  I ordered a beef salad tipica (taco salad) but was brought chicken.  I'm not adverse to chicken so I just kept it.  About half way through i found what was a thumbnail sized bone in my mouth.  If you find bones at least you know it's real chicken, right? 

When I started at Vanity Fair my workstation had a giant CRT monitor.  The thing took up half the desk and was so fuzzy it gave me headaches so I decided to bring in a spare monitor from the house.  Being the wife of a computer guy we always have spare computer parts and accessories available.   I took in a monitor I got from my last job at Intent MediaWorks, a really nice 19" LCD Dell monitor.  Before I brought the monitor in I made sure I told Lisa, my immediate boss, and her boss, Brian, of my plan.  I bring it in, hook it up, and place the old decrepit CRT under my desk.  Well at some point in the last 5 months the I.T. people came and hauled it away.  The Monday of my last week Brian asked me to contact I.T. to get a replacement monitor.  Well I emailed I.T. and really didn't hear anything else from it.  Thursday morning I went down to the I.T. department on my way in the building and asked them if they had a monitor for my station.  I got a not so comforting, 'I'm not sure.  I need to look'.  Need to look?  I walked past a monitor sitting on a cart before I even get to the door.  Oh well, not really my problem I decided and I went to my desk.  After lunch, Brian told me that I.T. evidently didn't believe that the monitor was mine or was playing a game of CYA.  One of the I.T. guys came up Wednesday night and got the serial number off my monitor to run a trace on it to make sure I wasn't stealing their monitor.  Ok, my monitor not only has a foil Intent MediaWorks asset tag (sticker basically with a bar code on it usually tied to a number for tracking purposes) and a moving tag where Graebel moved my Intent MediaWorks office from Chamblee-Dunwoody Rd to Galleria.  Also , my monitor is about 2 inches bigger than any other monitor I've seen at Vanity Fair.  It is obviously not theirs.  Brian absolutely thought it was hilarious that they ran a trace on the serial number.  I guess it came back clean, I have the monitor at home whether it did or not. When they came by with the replacement monitor Brian told me he was going to rattle their chains for me by saying 'Maybe I misunderstood but I thought just the monitor was hers...do you know why she took the whole system?' I hope he did.  If not he missed a great opportunity to really freak the computer guys out.

All in all it was a fun last day of work.  Good friends, free food, and being suspected of stealing company property...how could it get any better?

More later, probably after we get to L'ville if my fingers aren't frostbitten.