The week has dawned in an uneasy way. It is officially the first of my last five days of in-office employ here at Arts-Friendly (I�ll have two days of vacation after that, so my last day on payroll will officially be Tuesday of next week), and I�m not quite sure how I feel about that. I mean, obviously I�ll be quite glad to be not tied to this office anymore, but the prospect of a relatively unforeseeable future does give me a butterfly or two. Also, the fact that I apparently am not getting a replacement after all (at least, not one that�s around for me to train) is a tad bit unsettling.
Oh, who am I kidding? Why should I give a shit if I�m getting a replacement or not? I�m not going to be around to be screwed over by the change in company line-up, and that�s the whole friggin� point. It really does feel pretty good to do unto others as they�ve done unto me. Admittedly, those unto whom I doing are not the ones who have historically done unto me the worst, but since I can�t figure out a way to make Anna suffer for it, I�ll just have to content myself by taking it out on whoever�s available now.
I seriously can�t believe I don�t have a replacement yet. That�s a point I can�t seem to get past. Actually, I feel quite stymied on numerous fronts today�it would seem that the overwhelming notion of my looming freedom from this company is really beginning to take root in my subconscious. It�s odd and a little scary to think of a great big world out there that isn�t 80% full of Arts-Friendly, and Arts-Friendly related aggravation. I don�t know what I�ll do with myself.
Honestly, though, people�I really don�t know what I�ll do with myself. I should point out now (it�s as good a time as any) that I don�t really have an elsewhere to be once this week is out. Perhaps you might think it a bit premature of me to quit my job without having a new one in place, but the decision was neither as impulsive nor (quite) as stupid as the move itself would suggest. I have a contingency plan to take care of myself while I find a new, steady occupation. I call it "Operation: Whoring".
Actually, that�s a joke; I really call my contingency plan "Operation: Mom and Dad are Extremely Generous". Not that I�m going to coast on their generosity forever or anything, but it is all thanks to them that I was able to leave this job in the first place. If you think I�ve bitched about working here in this space, just be glad you�re not related to me, because hoo boy! Anyway, they eventually reasoned with me that sticking around at this job was ridiculous, because I didn�t like it, and it was completely consuming me and making me just generally kind of implode, and it was more important to them that I quit and find some peace than keep going and run myself into the ground trying to prove I could be a Responsible Adult, and now do you see why I love them so darn much?
I�m not planning to take Mom and Dad to the cleaners, mind you, but they�re providing me with a great opportunity to really find something that suits me far more than the Olympiad of escalating obligations and stagnant income that life at Arts-Friendly has become. So, thanks, Mom and Dad; you guys rule. I promise I�ll stick you in the best nursing home that I can afford! (Just kidding!)
Anyway, before I get to the point where I have the time and energy to search for another job, I still have a week of hurdles to jump here in my current one. I suppose I ought to get down to it. After all, I�ve only got four days left�
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