I Want Summer Fridays

This week at work has been boooooring. But I have officially put in my (3 weeks) notice!
I had to tell Rick, my boss, first. I wasn't going to tell him until this past Wednesday, but last Friday afternoon he sent out an email saying he would be out all this week on vacation. So Friday, twitching with nervousness, I went into his office and told him the news.
He was very calm, just said congratulations and we'll miss you and opened up a calendar to figure out my last day. Then suddenly he turned to me and said, "Did you tell Dan yet?"
"No."
"He's going to lose it."
So on Wednesday I had to tell Dan, the production manager. He is, you could say, my direct boss, but is also the person I work closest with here. He was just back from vacation.
"Dan, can I talk to you?" I pointed at the audio room. That's where we go to talk about serious things, like the time someone got fired, because it is soundproof in there. So he knew something big was up.
He shut the door. "Please don't say your quitting," he joked.
I smiled at him.
"Oh no!" He fell over into a chair. My quitting is not coming at a good time for them. Adam is just starting to become competent. The new receptionist is slowly coming to be hated by everyone. Dan is going to have a helluva time doing his job and mine, unless they can get a replacement in here soon enough for me to train them, which I said I would be happy to do.
After he recovered, Dan said good luck and all that. He said they are always looking for producers on the west coast, and I can definitely produce RMTs as a freelancer, since they're just over the phone. So I will have some money to tide me over between jobs. That made me really happy. Also Rick said he will contact people he knows and the studios that my company uses now in SF to see if they have any openings. It would be fun to work at a studio, and both Rick and Dan will give me great recommendations.
So now I'm spending my days freely hating the new girl and trying to teach Adam everthing I know.