It's August Already

I feel weird today. I don't know if it's because I have the day off - and that it just doesn't seem right - or if it's something else altogether.

I spent seven hours in my cubicle yesterday inhaling paint fumes (first they were painting the trim outside my window and then they were painting the second floor). Surprisingly enough, I don't have a migraine, though I was acting strange enough last night to claim that I was some kind of high from the smells. Ha. I worked mostly on volunteer stuff and wrote a letter to local schools that my boss was super impressed by. But I was still ready to leave by 3:30 when I decided I would take an hour to write emails and then duck out three minutes early. I like the freedom of not having to punch in at a time clock, something I've never not had to do.

Friday is my last day at TCP. I might feel weird about that. I've never quit a job on good terms before - the other ones just came to end naturally or are seasonal. Either starting Friday, the weekend, or when I get back from Boston, I'm opening my blogger up to my myspace readers. It is true that I've mentioned very specific instances and named people who directly pissed me off from the store in here, and some of those people might find it if they choose to read my archives. At the same time, my disclaimer will be that I use this as my venting source and it's all in the past now. Besides, I think they know that I have absolutely no patience and should and will understand. It doesn't mean anything anyway. They won't take it personally. They can't. It's not all about them all the time.

Time to flip my calendars one more time. It never fails, August always has the worst pictures. Well, my main calendar in my room is Easter Island this month. That's pretty cool. But the huge stone faces -- kinda creepy!

I don't know what I'm doing today. Guess it's time to figure it out.