There's an alarm automatically set to wake me up on weekdays. I just turned it off. Gladly. I'm not a morning person anyway. Never was.
Hope I didn't forget to open a drawer in my office when I was clearing stuff out of there. What would I have left anyway? Hardly cash. I never carry any. I have everything I can think of that was mine.
What music of mine did I have on my computer's hard drive that I won't be able to retrieve? Well, nothing I spent money on and didn't have another copy of somewhere else.
A pretty good chunk of my daily routine just opened up. Guess I can use that time to catch up on some reading, or some badly needed exercise.
When I said good-bye to everyone, was I thoughtful and eloquent enough? Did I come across as a loser, or did I really sound as profound as I did when the thoughts were crossing my mind?
Why is this all so abrupt? I gave that job a year of my life, and all I get are two hours to gather my belongings and impart wisdom on a bunch of people who never thought that much of me to begin with?
My health benefits are running out soon. It's a good thing I got in those chiropractor visits and that new pair of eyeglasses in just in time.
I mean, the idea of turning the alarm clock off and sleeping in is nice and all, but how long will that last? How long can I live on my savings account, ramen noodles and government handouts? At what point will even my mom get sick of me and tell me I need to find a job?
What's that next job going to be? And where do I find it? If there's such a broad horizon of opportunites out there that are open to me, where is that horizon? Is it just figurative?
What in the hell am I ever going to do next? Can it really make me as happy as I was before I ever got myself job number one?
And how in the world are they all gonna get by without me?
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