Today was not my last day at work, but it was my last day in the office. My last day at work is tomorrow, and it's the day of the company picnic. I seriously could not have timed it better because it's also my 3 year anniversary this week so I got a bonus just before I left.
Blessed be.
I'm spending that on fresh new outfits where I can look pretty and charming and talented and stylish but not slutty at my new job. It's a lot to accomplish, managing a brand new reputation. But I'm excited. And I'm sure I'll do fine.
I drank with Liz tonight, after everyone else had abandoned waiting for me to finish packing up my shit and writing the obligatory uber-professional goodbye note. These things took me longer than they should have, but when I was finally done I felt like. Done. Cool.
Liz told me, among other things, not to bother thinking thinking thinking about it, but just to do it. Just to do what I always do and let everything else unfold. It is that attitude like Wayne says
"I do what I do - you do what you can do about it."
It's like: being weather, instead of planning for it.
I admire Liz for her great advice and her willingness to start a thing fresh.
She has the precious amnesia of a Lover.
And witnessing that I know that we will all be okay.
I would discuss my love life but that's none of your goddamn business. Let us just say I'm not crying bunny tears until I sleep anymore and I have. I have. I have.
A sense of intrigue.
Like I don't know what happens next and I just hope it's somewhat like the lucid dream I had Wednesday morning that left me all shivery inside.
A whoooooole other story.
And I'm tired.
So gnight.
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