i love it here. i want to be here all the time. probably what i love the most about it is the peace and quiet. it’s always quiet here. it’s cozy too.
resisting the urge to call in sick tomorrow. i know this sounds really bad; but i sort of feel like now is the best time to do it if i’m going to do it. simply because i’m so unsupervised right now. the “stand in” supervisor has already given her notice; she doesn’t give a hoot what goes on really. our branch manager probably doesn’t hardly notice who’s there and who’s not. our new supervisor is coming next week; i think on the 5th. which is great; but then i’ll be supervised again. what to do, what to do. maybe i’ll wait and see how i feel when i wake up.
my pat might get mad at me. that’s the only thing holding me back. my pat who is leaving THS; abandoning me for bigger and better things. i’m already sad about it. i can’t talk about it too much.
i read somewhere that “life is more like a river than a book”. it struck me. people are always talking about “a new chapter” and “turning the page” as metaphors for lifes motion. life is more fluid than that; not so choppy, neat and wrapped up. sometimes it would be nice if life was more like a book; it would have tied up endings and resolutions