And the time draws ever nearer. I'm at a bit of a loss, the Italian Waiter leaves end of July, were I to leave then as well it would look like sabotage. It would be, but still amazingly satisfying to stick it to the nephew, throw him in with a bunch of less-than sympathetic new waiters, who'd tire of his bullshit and maybe pay him what he's worth, or walk out. Tell him before the vacation so he could spend the entirety of it stressing out about his return. It would be fair...just...deserved...
...still, it violates my own codes of conduct. Somewhat. It's time to go, I owe them nothing, they've offended me more ways than I can count, still, there is my own integrity, and so I resolve to give notice after the vacation, set departure to September 21, allow time for packing up, moving, ordering locker, ...
There's a lot to be done. A lot of these finds, the Table and Chairs, will have to be sold off, there's no more room in the locker, And while I'm on this Zen binge of reduction I should visit the locker, sell off what I can, make space....I need to start now...
A dozen, or two, adverts on Kijiji, to lighten my load, sell off the extraneous shit, if I'm lucky at a profit but I'd be thrilled to break even, and then it will be time to move. West, to the Enchanted Valley, and in those rare free moments I look for jobs and houses to rent and begin to imagine a better life. Soon...