I'm still at my sisters, dealing with car trouble. It's actually being fixed, but it's going to take a while. So I'm going to be here for a while. I can stand it if they can. No, actually, we're doing very well (as far as I know), getting along, trying to stay out of one another's hair....
I get the chance to write in here when my sister goes out. She lets me take her car when she doesn't need it, so I can get out of the house, too.
I was out this afternoon, bought some yarn, went to McDonald's. As I was eating my burger in the car, I had another one of those moments when it felt so peculiar not to be fitting everything I did around work. I didn't have to get back by a certain time, so I'd have enough time to do what I needed before work in the morning. My car doesn't have to be done by the end of the week so I can go home and go to work on Monday.
Then I had a couple of other moments in Michael's. I felt a twinge of regret looking at the tacky Christmas decorations that would have been perfect for work, except there was no work. And then I realized if I wanted to I could spend the entirety of the remaining days till Christmas working on nothing but crafts...which I don't want to do, by the way. I'd go stir-crazy.
Yesterday I looked at my last day of work photos again and felt nothing about any of them (besides that they were bad photos) except what I call my Still Life With Desk photo.
It's a photo of my desk taken, unbeknownst to me when I took it, on my last day of work. Why should such a thing seem poignant to me now? A desk covered with prosaic items (I emphasize 'covered' because my desk always was) similar to what millions of office workers use every day, along with a little bit of personal flotsam & jetsam--picture of Molly the Dog, running on the beach, picture of friends son, picture of tropical island, McDonald's coffee cup, Enterprise basketball hoop, Garfield hand sanitizer..!?
Nothing to get sentimental over, you'd think. And I'm not--but I do realize that they represent a particular time in my life, and a job that I had, and a job that I grew in and grew into--and now it's over. Time to move on.
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