hungover... where's the greasy food?

What started as the girls coming over to “help me pack” turned into too many bottles of champagne and wine… turned into me lying in front of la toilette at 5am heaving my brains out. I hate it when that happens… I hate even more that I haven’t made a dent in my packing since Tuesday night… I am still tumbling through my room attempting to maneuver around the boxes and bags filling it.

I will go home today (I mean it this time) and get the packing done. I have confiscated various packing supplies from around the office. I am sure they really didn’t need all of those bankers boxes or bubble wrap… although I did have someone ask me yesterday where the packing tape went… I just looked at him and told him it would be returned on Monday. I also took it upon myself to order several boxes of printing paper and other various office supplies yesterday, ensuring that I will have more valuable sturdy boxes for packing… and the office shall have supplies for years to come after my departure.

Coming to the realization that in a week I shall be both jobless and homeless has also been interesting. In addition to packing today I will also go to an eye exam as my health insurance will also disappear in one week’s time. I have dental appointment on Monday. I am attempting to be a responsible adult and take care of myself.

Driving to work this morning it really began to hit me that in one week I will not be working. I make a really good unemployed person. Really good. I hate working, so this will be perfect. Perfect, that is, for the first month or so that I have money and time. Not so perfect when I realize I am broke and I need a job. We’ll see what happens. I think these upcoming couple of months are going to be very interesting, and I can’t wait to see what my future might hold.


"Between two evils I always pick the one I never tried before."
-Mae West


Have a great weekend…