Man, I am worn out. I've spent the last week packing up my office, training my boss' s kid as a replacement, dealing with the cats, and rushing around trying to prep for two big interviews. I have one job, and now am waiting to hear back from another. Hopefully I'll get it, but who knows.
It was surprisingly difficult to leave my job today. I've hated the job for a long time, and have had more issues than I can count within the last year...but I've been with the company for nearly 5 years (it'd be 5 years in August), and had real trouble saying good bye after that stretch of time.
Besides, the past month or two have been pretty good. In fact, they've been wonderful. My boss has been in a great mood, he's been buying us coffee and being super nice, and work has been incredibly slow. I probably would never have gotten so far along in my book if it hadn't. I've passed time with my co-worker shooting our nerf gun at everything and everyone (including my framed poster of Indiana Jones, mini-helicopters, and each other). I've had an office, gotten to know our clients, and finished my Master's.
Don't get me wrong, some of the time (most of the time) it was a terrible job. But when times were good they were very good, and it'll be hard to leave my funny co-worker, my often-jerky but deep-down nice boss, and the funny lawyers with whom we shared space to go sit in a cubicle, processing files, just another cog in a too-big machine.
Maybe it won't be like that. After all, I have an offer in from one job and I'm hoping for an offer in from another...I'll have to look at the work environments for both. Hopefully one is more personal.
Anyway, I'm rambling. I'm so exhausted that, for the past hour, I've been passing out at the screen. I didn't get to write at work at all today, so after our company dinner for my going-away I came home, pottied the dogs, fed the dogs & cats, walked one of the dogs, took some painkillers for my migraine, and began to write. I managed 596 words, each one of them hard-won. Friday I did 683. I'll have to try to pick it up this weekend...I'm terrified that I won't get anything done in Maine, and that there just won't be time to work on this in my new job. What I need is to apply for a fellowship that'll just let me finish this piece. Blah.
Until that comes through, however, I'll just keep plugging away. Hopefully I'll keep up my 500 per day while I'm on my two-week vacation (I leave Monday!), and will be able to jot down a bit every day at work.
Wish me luck!
Working Title: Bryn & Mer: Nosce Te Ipsum
Word Count: 26,491
Writing Mode: Fatigued & nostalgic
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