Tomorrow is my last Friday, but I’m working Saturday for a volunteer thing, so…it’s kind of my last day? I’m talking to someone about my position to convince her to apply for because they really need to replace me, which is the only reason I’m still awake.
I’m a little jittery. It’s nerve-wracking, going into the unknown. (I foresee myself watching a lot of Frozen 2 in the future.) But I’m also excited to be home with my monster. I’m looking forward to not waking up to an alarm, to eating when I want, to make my schedule whatever I want it to be. I haven’t been unemployed since Nathan was a baby, and that was for less than 6 months (not counting Lockdown 2020.) We’ll see how things go, I guess?
Today was good. It’s been a decent week. Thomas got his cleaning done, and he needed it bad. I still have a lot of questions unanswered from my manager, but I’m not really surprised.. He’s basically a giant doofus. I’ll pretty much sort things out as they come. That’s usually how it goes.
Got my stupid tooth prepped.. Now I have to get my stupid root canal and my stupid crown. Ugh.
Ok, she’s not answering now, so I’m going to sleep. Deuces.