it’s been over a month now, and i’m still every once in a while in disbelief that i do not, in fact, work for my former(forever) employer. it seems strange to think that i don’t have to go downtown every day to that horrid building and deal with any matter of madness thrown my way any longer.
and sure, the sleep rations are a bit low at my new job, but honestly, the benefits far outweigh the drawbacks at this point.
i can’t believe this is happening right now. it doesn’t seem true. it feels (every so often) as if i’ve been skeeving off at my (old) job by driving to natick every day and hanging out there….
any moment someone is going to call me and yell at me for all the mountains and piles of work i’ve yet to do, and all the broken craziness i have to fix and i’ll be in trouble for missing work for so long…
except, it isn’t a dream, this isn’t in my imagination…
this. is. happening.
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