This week is weird.

That’s really the only way to describe it. And the rain certainly hasn’t helped matters; rain rarely ever does. It’s fitting, though. The first week I started my job at Canadian Family, it rained the entire week. I remember coming home on, I think, day 3, collapsing on my bed—soaking wet from subway to-and-from walks without an umbrella— and tearfully telling my husband that I should probably just throw in the towel right then and there and then falling asleep in my clothes before 7pm, So, yes, seeing as this is my last week, it’s only fitting that it hasn’t quit raining for days, and I’m tearfully collapsing into my bed each night.

The last week at a job is confusing. I quit the job on good terms, so I wasn’t escorted out of the building with all my worldly possessions in a brown cardboard box like fired people do in the movies. I gave a formal 2-weeks notice and am serving out the two weeks right now. I still enjoy the people I work with, and I’m still just as dedicated to creating the same amount of quality content as I was two weeks ago, BQ (before quitting). But, you know, the department is moving on without me, as it should. They are hiring new people. (Hey! Want my job? The listing is up!) They are making plans for the newAli. They are having meetings, without me. They are whispering, about my job. They are doing things, that don’t involve me. And it’s all par for the course. There’s an air of apology in the air from all sides, but there’s no faults. This just is. Awkwardness. For the next couple of days.

(I highly recommend not quitting your job.)

(Or taking the cardboard box walk-of-shame route, it now makes a lot more sense to me,)

While I’m still working on my job pumping out lots of content, I have already started my new job. And I am loving it, but hoo boy, there’s lots to do! My days are spent on job #1. My nights are spent on job #2.

So, basically, I AM SPENT.

And, in the midst of all of this, my superstar is taking the stage tonight to play Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz.

If you had guessed that anything and everything is making me emotional right now…you’d be spot on.

Weeping, I am.

You know what’s really sexy? Spontaneous tears on the subway at rush hour!

Because, you know, when you are super extra emotional, you know what’s awesome?

Text like this:

Oh yes. 7:02am.

This is what I see.

(And you know, I was all set to send you over to see this amazing video my amazing husband made to urge you to donate to his Movember cause. It really might be the best Movember video you will ever see. But now I’m not so sure anymore.)

And yes. I am guilty of buying the jeans. But they were a necessity.

(And yes, I DID fit them into our budget, but the man was at hockey and was asleep so I hadn’t had the chance to explain that there was a big return to the Gap and there WAS actually room in the budget for the jeans and since I have been walking around in jeans that are 2-3 sizes bigger than what my body should be wearing, it was high time I did something about it. And you know what? Buying them made me feel REALLY good. I needed that this week.)

So, yes, tears. On the subway, surrounded by wet passengers who tried to look away. But couldn’t look away.

Here’s the thing, though. Throughout all of this weirdness and confusion, I am the happiest I have been in a really long time. This is all just a strange means to an amazing end. I know it. I just have to get over this bizarre little hump we’ll call the LAST WEEK OF NOVEMBER, and the road before me will be golden. Yellow-brick, even.

You should pray that you aren’t sitting beside me tonight when these walk out onto the stage…

…I’m predicting a good old ugly cry.