I’ve Got That Summertime, Summertime Sadness
When I was pulling out of the parking lot at the Orange County Register's North Grand Avenue office tonight, Lana Del Rey's "Summertime Sadness" came on the radio. And, tearing up, I thought, How appropriate. No, today wasn't my last day — that's Friday. But today, I walked in and was surprised to find my spot, formerly known as the cake table (the Register's hiring more people than there are desks), had reclaimed its nickname once again. This time, the cake was for me. (And Starbucks coffee, because I'm a caffeine addict, and fruit, because I'm vegetarian. My "mentor" this summer, Gerard, is a sweetheart who remembered all of that and put this together.) That's when it hit me, and that's when I became really sad. I often have trouble putting…