Monkeys

Last day of work, or first day of freedom?

(This was written about 5:30am on Friday morning, before my last day of
work had even began)

Well, this is the beginning of the rest of my life. Literally.
I thought that this point would only come when the divorce was final,
or when I had moved on from the ex. But, today is my last day of work.
I woke up this morning oh, about 2 hours ago,
with a grim mindset. I can't change that. I have
looked so forward to this day for almost 6 weeks now. And, now it is here.
Yes, I am glad that I won't have to wake up so early for a few days. Yes,
I am glad to be getting away from the boss. But, it is my clients. I am
sincerely going to miss them. They tell you not to get attatched. Of
course, the people telling you this are also the people that sit in
an office all day.....pulling orientation manuals out of their rears. They
haven't a clue how easy it is to love the people that you take care of,
or how easy it is to just want to take them all home with you. You really
do grow attatched.

I am not looking forward to saying good bye today. And....to my co workers.
I have really become very good friends with some of them. I am going
to hurt that I won't be going to a job where I know everyone. And where
everything is familiar. It is all par for the course, but I don't have to
like it. Nope nope.

But, I guess I just needed to vent. I will enter another later....
when my day is over.


(Okay, now for today's entry).........

Well, yeah. The day was very very hard. Lots of emotions flew. I couldn't
control the tears as the some how found their way to my eyes, and down my face.
I couldn't control the cries of some of my clients. I was miserable. On top
of that, I had to drive home in snow and wind....and way too many stupid friday
drivers. Over an hour.....just too much.

I need a nap, a Pina Colada, a hug from Joe- and a few other things that I had
better not even venture to comment on here.....

Be well,
Beckie