i’m putting off packing stuff up. i have put all my monitor critters in my bowl that’s been here since the last potluck, but that’s it so far. there’s only about two hours left of this place. only a few people know i’m going. i should be wandering around saying goodbyes and things, but i’m not. besides, i’m told i’m ‘still a member of the family’ and they’ll invite me to potlucks and barbecues, they’re that kind of company that people come back for that type of thing. the kind of company that welcomes people bringing kids to work. hell, we even had an official company baby till he got big enough to wander around the building.
three years, four months. to those of you stable types, that seems an average thing, but to me with my attention defecits and career switches and such, it’s a long long time.
contemplating the jumping off point is causing mild vertigo, and making me feel all awkward. it’s 3:15 now what should i be doing? there are 105 minutes left, that’s not enough. ok, i really have to start cleaning this desk. ok, now it’s 100 minutes. damn.