Wednesday of my last week at home
Aug. 24th, 2006 12:29 amOverslept.
Work is work. Still looking forward to not having a commute. Still annoyed at monthly paychecks. New COO seems cool and raises hopes for raises and other Real Company things.
Made several copies of the new house key. It was a slow process.
Picked up a nice recliner for free out in Everett.
Got a bunch of boxes. Should be in pretty good shape for cardboard, at least for now. Will know better when packing starts - tomorrowish.
Some very old disappointment is starting to cool into resentment at the back of my heart.
I keep looking around the house, trying to look at it, but it never changes. It won't until I start removing things. Truthfully, I am afraid to. Something will happen, and I don't know how it will end.
Work is work. Still looking forward to not having a commute. Still annoyed at monthly paychecks. New COO seems cool and raises hopes for raises and other Real Company things.
Made several copies of the new house key. It was a slow process.
Picked up a nice recliner for free out in Everett.
Got a bunch of boxes. Should be in pretty good shape for cardboard, at least for now. Will know better when packing starts - tomorrowish.
Some very old disappointment is starting to cool into resentment at the back of my heart.
I keep looking around the house, trying to look at it, but it never changes. It won't until I start removing things. Truthfully, I am afraid to. Something will happen, and I don't know how it will end.
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Date: 2006-08-24 04:02 pm (UTC)My room at home still looks like home, even devoid of most of my possessions. (This may have to do with the extensive amount of books I'm leaving behind.) Changes are fearful things, at least for me, because once you start with one big thing the rest stumble into line demanding attention.