Okay, I know I haven�t talked about The Amazing Race as much this season as I did last, but that doesn�t mean it isn�t still totally awesome. Can I just take one minute to say that the best moment in reality TV history ever was last night, when Colin completely lost his shit and screamed, "My OX is BROKEN!" Hee! But seriously, I was afraid he was going to have a stroke, right there on camera.
Anyway, things are still chugging along here at Arts-Friendly, the inexorable ice floe of time dragging us all slowly but surely closer to my eventual escape (only 12 1/2 days left, y�all). Each day, in some small way, I am reminded that I have made the right decision. Be it by a churlish email from a pedantic client, an aggravating note from a persistent and willfully obtuse coworker, or just the creaking of my inbox as it struggles to withstand the enormous weight of its contents every morning, I am constantly assured that leaving is exactly what I want. Three times in the last two days, someone has come to me and said, "I don�t know what we�d do without you!" (Sophie, in her perpetual need to control the flow of all information, has not announced my imminent departure yet.) Under my breath, I always get a little kick out of retorting, "Guess we�ll find out soon enough."
Of course, it�s not like life is about to get all easy, or whatever. There�s still the niggling little matter of where I�m going to go when I�m out of this dump. I�m not worried about not having something, mind you -- I�ve an iron or two in the fire, and if worst comes to worst, there�s always my former temp agency (sidebar: Agent Orange showed up here at Arts-Friendly yesterday, presumably to discuss finding a replacement for me, although I wouldn�t want to put any money on that wager) -- but the thought of actually finding another job fills me with something akin to dread. I hate the whole messy process; r�sum�s, cover letters, interviews�way too many opportunities to screw everything up, you know?
I�ve got a lot of "What next?" swimming around in my brain right now, especially given that I have a personal agenda to pursue at this juncture (no more working for The Man, you guys!). It�s not appetizing to think about going into a job interview and saying, "Unless you�re willing to be flexible, I don�t want to work here!" Of course, I�m oversimplifying. My horrendous job at Stupid Titanic Cruises afforded me the very of flexibility I�m seeking, so even with that stipulation, I know I can still find work (and Sophie was well aware of that same stipulation when I came here to Arts-Friendly, so�yeah). All that being said, of course�what next?
I guess what�s next is tomorrow. And after that will be another tomorrow, and so on, and if I take it day by day, I think I have a chance at making some progress without first handicapping myself. At any rate, perhaps my immediate goal for the future (tomorrow, tomorrow, and tomorrow) should be to start thinking about all the positive things that will come from this new arrangement, as opposed to all the ways I might make a mistake.
Luckily, all I need is one quick look at my inbox to satisfy myself that there are at least 49 positive things about me leaving at the end of the month.
Someone Got Here By Searching For: "will no-one think of the children" I�m Watching: The Amazing Race. "My OX is BROKEN!" Hee! To All My Jewish Friends: Happy Rosh Hashanah! (After sundown, I mean)