Last Dance

I've been meaning to record how fucking strange it is to be leaving a company. I haven't done it in so long that it's almost new. Thursday is my last day. I'm going in for an exit interview at 10 a.m., and I'll probably be out of there by noon. It's sad. I'm going to miss a lot of people there, but I'm going on to better things for sure.

It's especially weird cleaning out my desk and passing responsibilities to someone else. Like, my day-to-day drudgery, the stuff that I do absentmindedly because it's so routine, it's all been transferred...the knowledge has been shared...the tools passed on...while I sit and watch other people do my job. It's very odd, like I've become invisible or something.

That's the rub with a two-week notice, you know? It's like once you give notice, you should just be able to leave. I wish I could have left a week ago. I feel like everything's just dragging along. I have so much to look forward to.

Thursday night is the Starsailor concert. Major yay. I start my new job on Friday. Who knows what's going to happen there. I'm very excited. Saturday night, the Gossip are playing at Bottom of the Hill again, and SP is coming up for that. This weekend is the Castro Street Fair, another first for me.

I wanted to take time off between jobs, but the plans didn't work out, so I am keeping my original plans to the desert later in October.

And it's finally getting cold again.

I know, it's all so thrilling, isn't it?

I was silly enough to write this at 9:31 PM