11:31 p.m. - 2004-10-31
Last Week at F.U.P.
This is my last week at F.U.P.
Browneye does not fully understand the anxiety that I feel.
He doesn't appreciate how difficult it is to leave a job - even if it is one you hate.
To leave the security of a steady paycheck and not know what the fuck is coming up next.
He is such a pollyanna...he truly is.
Of course, now that it will be 75 degrees tomorrow, I had spent a good part of today shifting my clothes around...putting my winter stuff out and storing my summer stuff for next year.
Bah.
I have so much to do in the coming weeks.
I have to read and go over the employee manual.
I need to practice the POS system.
I need to get my holiday shopping done before the contractor hands the store over (I'll then have to stock it and set it up).
And...I have to hire someone.
Expect me to be scarce from mid-late November on...at least until the dust settles.
