shadow19's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The race to Friday It's Wednesday night, but feels like Thursday. I don't know why. Maybe I'm trying to race through the week...my last week at my current job. Think so? Tomorrow about 20 of us will gather for "The Last Lunch" at the local Greek restaurant. I was sort of worried that I'd be sitting there by myself (note overwhelming self-confidence), but the sign-up list has filled up nicely. Phew. Souvlaki, and garlic breath, for all! But before lunch, I have to head off to the dentist for a filling. I NEVER have fillings. Well...apparently that's not true...but it's literally been years. Sooo...I'll be nice and numb and drooly at my send-off lunch. If that isn't appropriate, I don't know what is. The final hurdle will be the exit interview. I've said it all before. Can I just walk in and say "ditto"? My cubicle is now nicely Shaker or Zen, depending on how you lean. Basically, it's nearly empty. I'm sort of loving it. Why did I think I needed to be surrounded by so much crap? Well, not "crap," exactly, but "stuff." As it turns out, "stuff" does not necessarily equal "comfort." Who woulda thunk it? Well...that's as deep as it's getting tonight. I'm a little headachy. Ice cream might help. 8:38 p.m. - 2004-03-31 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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