It's my last day as an office prisoner! Woo hoo!
You know what I'm going to miss? The people (at least when I'm not interacting with them professionally), the steady paycheck, and the laptop. Oh the laptop. At least going forward I'll only have one job and only one place of residence so I won't need a laptop quite as much. It's hard work juggling your stuff between 4 locations - work 1, work 2, apartment 1, apartment 2. I'm amazed my car hasn't become more of a dumping ground than it is.
What I'm not going to miss is the bureacracy, red tape, and the quickness with which everything becomes a crisis. I mean really, on the serious problem spectrum between "I got a papercut" and "death of a loved one", why does everything have to fall closest to the death end? It's hard to not be swept up in the tide of panic, even when that panic is induced by something as small as, say, a typo. It becomes a TYPO OF EPIC PROPORTIONS (say that with a deep booming echoey voice- it's more fun that way) but only because we've made it so. Ease up on the living life in CAPS people. It's not healthy.
Anyway, I must be getting back to cleaning out files and email and such. Wouldn't want to leave anything incriminating.
You know what I'm going to miss? The people (at least when I'm not interacting with them professionally), the steady paycheck, and the laptop. Oh the laptop. At least going forward I'll only have one job and only one place of residence so I won't need a laptop quite as much. It's hard work juggling your stuff between 4 locations - work 1, work 2, apartment 1, apartment 2. I'm amazed my car hasn't become more of a dumping ground than it is.
What I'm not going to miss is the bureacracy, red tape, and the quickness with which everything becomes a crisis. I mean really, on the serious problem spectrum between "I got a papercut" and "death of a loved one", why does everything have to fall closest to the death end? It's hard to not be swept up in the tide of panic, even when that panic is induced by something as small as, say, a typo. It becomes a TYPO OF EPIC PROPORTIONS (say that with a deep booming echoey voice- it's more fun that way) but only because we've made it so. Ease up on the living life in CAPS people. It's not healthy.
Anyway, I must be getting back to cleaning out files and email and such. Wouldn't want to leave anything incriminating.
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