| The last day has arrived. Friday. Beautiful, sweet Friday.
My getaway day. And the good news is that the temp agency came up with
a replacement for this office. Whew, I'm off the hook.
It's Dress Down Day. I wore my vibrant orange/yellow/pink tie-dyed blouse and Creamsicle orange-colored slacks. Boy, they'll remember me after that one! I was so preoccupied with getting the week over that I got my daughter's birthday mixed up. I called her when I got home and wished her a Happy Belated Birthday. She said, "Huh? What the? What's this about a belated birthday? It IS my birthday, Mom." Boy, did I feel flambobbityboozled. I kept thinking that the 9th of July was her birthday. I knew the 9th had some significance to me. And then it hit me. That was the OLD anniversary date of my first wipe-out of a marriage. A date I was trying to forget. Evidently, I had forgotten it fairly well finally but not subconsciously. Yep, the old brain played tricks on me. Friday's work was actually more interesting and busy. Figures, don't it? But I knew with a certainty that this focus of work was not my line of focus. I'm free again and that kinda scares me because I know myself too well. It's much too easy to drift back into that drifting way of mine. Please, Universe, let this jolt I took keep ahold of me. There's a niche out there somewhere for me. I just want to savor this sweet feeling of freedom for a few days and then dive back in to something. I don't have a single twinge of guilt in my body now. It is good to be alive today. (The End, well, except for a little afterword) |