I have short-timers syndrome. I have a week and a half left and my motivation level went from 5 to -3 (on a scale of ten.)
And I STILL have to do all these happy dappy events and will have no time to get caught up even if I tried. Story of my time here; I'm so glad I'm moving on.
Tonight is what I consider my swan song: I emcee the scholarship banquet and praise all the donors and recipients, and introduce speakers etc. I won't have to do anything like that ever again, in all probability. I'm good at it, I hate doing it.
I have a headache and a muscle spasm in my shoulder.
Can I get a rub?
Sigh...
Job change blues I guess.
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