1:18 a.m. - 2004-10-20
Almost There
It's late...again...and here I am. I hate when I do this...stay up late.
I have my letter of resignation printed out to be handed in Friday. I decided to take bunnicula38's advice and just hand in the short one. I had a 3 page angry letter written which outlined all The Asshole's shortcomings as well as the problems with FUP. Problem is, I am not that angry anymore.
The whole thing seems surreal.
I keep getting memos about this special section and that special section and I look at them *knowing* 100% in my mind that I will not be around to have to deal with them. Granted, I will be dealing with new shit.
I thought I would be happy, jumping up and down screaming for joy about leaving FUP, and it seems bittersweet. Damn...I wish I could have the *whole* emotion...the *whole* happiness as I skip out of those doors for the last time.
I guess that is not possible, as I have spent the last 15 1/2 years of my life there. Next year (2005) I would have gotten 4 weeks va-cay.
:::sigh:::
There are many people I will miss, and there are some that if I never see again it won't be too soon.
I remember leaving my last job when I worked in the city. On the last day,on my final trip home, I remember walking past the NY Public Library with a box with a few things and my plant.
I am also sick.
Stress.
I am on antibiotics for faringitis.
Last night, Browneye and I hoofed it up into the city to catch Jimmy Carter's book signing in Borders at Columbus Circle. WE waited over a half an hour and if we blinked, we missed him.
The security was tight and you could not approach the table carrying any packages or wearing a coat. It was like "hi and bye." It was really funny as it happened so quick I had to think for a minute if it actually happened.
Of course Browneye had something good to say...thanked him for his service to the country. I resorted to the tried and true "Nice to Meet You."
I have to stop off tomorrow after work and pick up some shit to eat.
bunnicula38 is coming to visit on Saturday, and, if she is a good little bunny, I just might cook her dinner. Unless we just end up in the city.
I need to get to bed.
