Calling it Quits & Head on up

“Free at last. Free at last. Oh Lord, Free at last!” These words were spoken by me this morning at 7:00 am upon leaving work. After nearly 5 years indentured servitude working at Central States Business Forms, I called it quits. I haven’t formally quit yet, I still have vacation days left, and I’m makingdamn sure I get paid for them. So I’m going on vacation, coming back and quitting. It’s a shitty way to do things I know, but I’m tired, very little is done to show that the management cares squat for the employees and I keep losing my temper more and more and more often out of work as well. It’s time and I really can’t emotionally afford two more weeks there. I feel good about this, with Carleens new salary, it’ll be good to stay at home, awake during the day and watch Liam, not to mention get much more work done on the house.

Also, I leave for New York tomorrow (6 am flight - have to get up at 3 am, ugh). A friend of mine is getting married and I’m the best man. I’m not too sure how I feel about being the Best Man, however. I appreciate being in his wedding and have no problem being part of the wedding party, but since I moved down here we’ve slowly lost contact with each other, not really talking that much. Nothing happened between us, it’s just the normal difficulties of maintaining a friendship long distance. So Best Man just doesn’t seem like my particular role in all of this. Surely there is someone closer to him, who he sees more often than me? This means I have to make a speech. I might have to bring up the fact that I got a D in Public Speaking in college (a required course for Photography, whatever), and see if that can get me out the speech. If not I’m looking up Irish Toasts that might be appropriate and try to memorize it in 3 days.

I’m looking forward to the trip certainly. Jamie, Brian’s (the groom) cousin, is putting on a backyard Bachelors party (thrown together last minute, as he had no idea he was responsible for this). Jamie’s parties always rock. They inevitably involve: fire, music, food and more alcohol than you could possibly drink. Thanks to Mr. Crohn, I’ll only be able to partake in the fire/music combo, but that’s all I need with Jamie & Co. I also look forward to a lot of time spent outdoors (NY: where you can actually enjoy being outside), practicing my Native American Flute. I’ll be gone until Tuesday, so it’ll be a nice long trip, I can’t wait!

-M