goodbye little cubicle. they call them "cubbies" here, like we're all hiding in our kindergarten mailboxes or something.

i told them i wanted to leave back in november. it's january 10th and, thank you, i'll be here all week. i'm finally sick enough to not have to be here, but i've got the guilt in me not to leave without training this new body. her name is marti and she's got the middle-aged new-job nerves. she's very careful and exactly the person they should have hired instead of me. would've saved us all a bit of discomfort in the long run.

hey, i am sick. i'm woosey and coughing up strange colors. ah, but check this out: now i'm getting up to go to my other job. hah. yes. where i handle other people's food. alright. now i really have to find a good MIG welder. get me out of doing this crap. get me dirty and tired and on my own time. amen.