Of Specificity and Stress

13,522 Days Alive

20 Pages of Training Documents Made for My Successor at Work

3 Chicken Tenders Eaten

1 More Bag of Yarn Purged

I went to lunch with a soon-to-be-former coworker of mine, Kim. She’s going through it pretty rough right now, the poor dear.

But we went to lunch at the tavern next door to our office building. It’s called The Brass Tap and is your average sort of place. Bar food, decent burgers, and is a two minute walk across a parking lot from our office building.

We spent most of our lunch break talking, and of course eating, and catching up. I’ll miss her and wish her all the best as she takes her own steps towards her next adventure.

I got so much done today. So much. Spoke with both trainers at work to pick their brains for what I was missing from the document I gave them previously. And then, I broke each task down; broke it down into the training I wish I had received when I started. I hope it helps. The main trainer for my company, Ms. Vee, is going to take what I gave her and turn it into training modules for future employees. I think that’s kind of cool.

Packing-wise, I only have my clothes left, and my breakable altar stuff. We have so many donations to get rid of. I don’t know how I’m going to find time to do it before I leave.

I get to be social, rather against my will, on Saturday. I’d rather be packing or cleaning, but Megan and Ian would not be quick to forgive me if I didn’t hang out with them before I left. It’s so frustrating, because I have such limited time left and so much to do.

As I’m writing this, it’s seven days, six hours, and some change till wheels up.

I could cry. Or throw up. I’m not sure which.

In the more positive, I might be able to see family on Sunday morning. My stepsister, Allie, and former stepmomma, Keri, might be in town. And then I’ll be seeing Aunt and Uncle Gator one last time for lunch. We’re going to my favorite bakery in Brandon; it’s the one I took Cleo to not too long ago: Moreno’s.

Anyway, it’s getting late and tomorrow is not likely to be an easy day for me, even if I’m leaving work at noon.

I’m headed to bed.

Take your meds, folks.

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