Poagao's Journal

Absolutely Not Your Monkey

Aug 16 2002

I’m so not in the mood for packing. I’d much rathe…

I’m so not in the mood for packing. I’d much rather curl up somewhere and disappear for an indefinite period of time. But pack I must, as rich-NTU girl is coming to take over my room on Monday. Since the Beitou place didn’t work out I might have a chance at other places, but for now I have the Chungking Mansions. It should do for now. I’ll just have to disappear later. I just don’t feel like packing everything I own into a bunch of boxes.

Dean, Gavin, et al are planning meet at (surprise!) Q-bar yet again tonight. I will go deliver the scripts I printed out, but I don’t suppose I’ll feel much like hanging around. Sometimes I feel a bit amphibious, going back and forth between the expat ocean and Taiwanese terra firma. I don’t know how long I can last in either before wanting to go find a cave somewhere and become a hermit, one of those old guys who resolutely alienates everyone around him, and yet gets extremely lonely and bitter when said people spurn his company in return. The only thing I lack is the ‘old’ bit, but that’s coming along nicely, thank you very much.

Today is my last day at my old job. They haven’t come to me with any people to evaluate for my position, or anything at all. To tell the truth, I’m past caring about it. I gave notice, provided a replacement, and worked an extra week when they couldn’t find a replacement. It’s up to them at this point. I’ve got other things to do. All that’s left for me here is to erase all of the favorites, Internet history, etc. from the computer, turn in my badge and gun, pack up Office Turtle and a few other things in my backpack, and walk out the door.

With regards to TM, I know what you’re thinking, and you’re right. I should be happy with my present situation. I am just in a funk these days, and this one seems to be one of the more durable ones, probably aided by external factors. I should be coming out of it sooner or later, probably after I settle in and realize that there’s some sort of semi-soft landing area below the cliff I’m jumping off. Or perhaps a helicopter full of bad guys with shiny black weapons. Maybe I’ll just keep the gun.


At the last moment, my boss called and told me that they still hadn’t had time to find me a replacement, so could I possibly work another week?

I’m definitely keeping the gun.

posted by Poagao at 7:03 am  

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