…until I get out of this office and get on with my summer adventures.
I think they’re trying to make my last days miserable though. It doesn’t help that I’m in a half-cube sans file cabinet or real desk space. Now they’ve set aside a space beside me for a new contractor who is extremely creepy. Kind of a Norman Bates-type who talks to much.
I’ve been feeling bad lately, about the denoument of leaving this god forsaken job. I just feel bad about leaving the decent people with my work load. But I need to stop acting like a chump.