Tuesday, September 18, 2007
How Slow Can Your Exodus Go?
I have slowly been cleaning off my desk at work. Not bleaching down the surfaces, although that would probably be a good thing, but taking home shit that has accumulated since I started working here. All my pictures are gone, the stupid stuffed penguin they gave me when I first started is gone, the mostly dead plant, and most of my books. All that is left now is my assortment of various teas and Emergen-C, the year old can of soup I have never gotten desperate enough to eat for lunch, and the copy of Middlesex I’ve been reading whenever my boss doesn’t come in.
I am trying to clean up so that when I leave, which is inevitable at this point since I despise my job more and more with each passing day, it won’t be so difficult to get the hell out of here. I am also trying to not make it so noticeable that I am planning ahead for an easy exit. So far, my plan seems to be working. They have no idea what’s coming.
Posted by Kritkrat at 9:43 AM