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10 days and counting
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10 days of work left, and the countdown begins.
But really, who's counting?
Then 3 weeks of too-brief vacation, (too brief for the many things I'd like to get done, plans, too short...), and then back at work - 1st week back, see dentist. 2nd week give notice. This delaying on the notice, it's a precaution to ensure I've had my teeth somewhat repaired because there is always the possibility that "giving notice" will be synonymous with "Instant Dismissal". This takes me to the middle of September. Whether I'm moved or not remains to be seen, but hopefully I'll be free to look for work that offers a little more life satisfaction.
Yesterday passed like molasses, no great urges to write or move forward projects, after the morning nap sat about and finished reading "Arabian Sands" by Wilfred Thesiger, his journal of exploration in the 1940's of the great deserts in Saudi Arabia and travel with the Bedouin tribesmen. A good read, only written some 60 years ago, yet what a different world...
And that's it. There's a list of ten thousand things that need be done before I go away, none of which I have begun (let alone completed), plans hang in the air, there's only 10 working days until summer vacation (but who's counting?)
10:45 Sunday, July 18-10
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Up since 6:30 AM. Work on outstanding web projects, get requested revisions done, email to client. A trip to the flea market, nothing today (few vendors, mostly deserted), to Higher Ground for coffee (and you sit and watch the people on the street, only it's 8:30 AM on a Sunday and there are no people on the street), bus to Bowness WIN thrift shop, no finds whatsoever this morning, then while waiting for a bus home I succumb to temptation and follow some garage sale signs into the depths of Bowness and turn up a vintage (antique?) mother-of-pearl "Folk Art" accordion, $40.00. Which I buy, because should I choose to stay with this waitering thing (I don't, I won't..), it will be an invaluable accompaniment. It would be if I were to remain a waiter, but I'm pretty sure it's time to try something a little more 9-5.
Stopped as well at the health food store, picked up some Resveratrol (?), which, paired with red wine (natural source resveratrol...) is now helping to dampen the cups of coffee that launched my morning. Now to make some notes and hopefully nap - the rest of the day? The new film w/ Leonardo De Caprio - Inception, or perhaps there's another, I'll check...
New Shoes
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Trip to the thrift shop today, found some new shoes. Beautiful, black, brand new, $8.00. Very styling.
They'd be good for work, only I have a pair of somewhat decrepit used shoes I have reserved for that purpose. These shoes, the new shoes, they'll be saved for the new job in September. Another little thing I'm superstitious about - start a new job with new shoes.
Meanwhile, at work the days pass slower and slower. 2 weeks to go and the time drags on and on.
"Soon" I tell myself, but I still have to go in for the final couple of weeks after vacation, no notice given as of yet, hopefully that will give me a chance to get to the dentist before leaving...
And that's it. Other creative projects in the works, but they take time and that's one thing I seem to be a little short of at the moment...
The Leaving...
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I'm done, just hanging on for the summer vacation. But it's a crummy time to leave and so I've promised Franco that I'll come back after the "vacation" and do a couple more weeks while they train up someone new.
The owner, the boss, he doesn't know yet, and I don't know when will be a good time to tell him.
He's being extra nice and I'm worried that he suspects. He asks about my plans, what I'm doing, confides that it's what he works for all year, and it kills me because I like him, but it's not for me, not this schedule, in September I'm going to have theater tickets, seasons tickets, I'm going to have my son over for weekends, I'm going to go out of town, visit friends, take time off and travel, paint, write more, and I can do none of these things while I'm working here. He won't understand.
That time in September, the couple of weeks I'm coming back, that was premium time to get out my resumes, I have a plan, something different, and it has to be done before the weather turns, and it can't be done while I'm working there.
He's being extra nice, he's offered me his motorcycle, old but only a few thousand K, to get to work on, but I won't be coming to work here, don't want to have that debt on my head.
It's been rainy, hailing, the weather tells you to stay indoors, hardly the kind of weather that inspires one to look for work, but even if the snow is 3 feet on the ground I'll need to find another, more livable job.
He's not going to take it well.
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