Too good for myself.
So. It’s Monday again, and I’m counting down the weeks to freedom. Or financial insecurity. Or cynical scrutiny.
Freedom could be dangerous in the hands of someone like me. A procrastinator. Someone who can turn a blind eye to financial insecurity and cynical scrutiny. To enjoy the reverie (sweet) of having no care in the world but my childish thoughts and the good feelings I have.
They like to say, live each day like it’s your last. Would you spend your last day working in the office? chuckle.
I will be leaving behind the sluggish dragging my ass to work. The fear of making mistakes that will go againsts *gasp* legislation. Such a big word. I will be leaving behind work that requires me to be someone I am not. What about the someone I am?
But I will also be leaving behind kind people who make everyday livable.
And I will be bringing back all that they taught me. And the consistency (what little of it) habits gained from what is required of me in this job. And confidence and a little bit of smoking skills. And comfort.
-sigh- (multi-purpose sigh)
Some pictures to save me having to email everything back to my own email.
The Yangtze launch
Rachael thnks we look scandalous
She’s normally not so disgusting, I think it was just contagious
I set that tree up
Hahaha..
